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 pubertyÄs 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?