i just want to feel special

i know i am nothing special
i know i'm not
but you can just lie

tell me pretty things to tie my heart back together with a pretty pink ribbon.

i hate myself

i will not amount to what i could.
they tell me i'll be great when i know i'll be nothing
and someday they'll pity me

they'll watch me from their estates balcony
as i scramble to get ahold of my emotions, not live.