THIS GIRL WILL SELF-DESTRUCT

Baggage

I packed up my bags with clean clothes and left. During the journey I noticed there was a blind passenger in one of its side pockets: a hidden dirty sock. Then I realized there's always that

Dirty sock

In all our lives

and it can surface at any time

I thought of a former lover only then I concocted I'll always remember her like she was back then

But like that dirty hiden sock she might have gotten so much dirtier

By now there might be holes inside her she's been trying to mend

Or maybe she's been torn apart completely or else she might have washed up on someone else's shore

Grayce

Face worries

Brain worries

Teenange worries

Always sorry

Same old story

The older I get the more I wonder not how to impress you but why bother. Why should it matter when pubertyƄs over

Anti#age the drug we crave, when we should be happy that at least one things in life is free. B-O-D-Y W-O-R-R-I-E-S

If you don't like me that's okay in fact to fit in it's better that way but at least you had something to say

Mirror, mirror

It's always those you least expect it to me, you might sense it but ignore it until there's no escaping "He's just seeking a thrill"
Mirror, mirror in the hall are you the most sensitive to take a fall? Have you read your Simone de Beauvoir? Are you invincible?
They say that they are shocked, he was so likable. He never even went to the gym I can't beliwve that it's him
Mirror, mirror in the hall are you the most sensitive to take a fall? Have you studied your Michel Foucault? Are you invincible?
Who needs the scene, you or me? Who's the hater, who's the traitor?
Mirror, mirror in the hall are you the most sensitive to take a fall? Have you enjoyed your Cherrie Moraga? Are you invincible?

Behind the curtain

No hard shoulder