When I’m dead
Everyone will say that I was beautiful.
Everyone will say that I was special.
Everyone will say that they loved me.
But now when I’m alive
Everyone tells me I’m ugly.
Everyone tells me I’m just like the rest.
No one shows me they really love me.
So maybe its better to be dead.
what if you boarded a plane and a band member sat down next to you
when people are really rude and douchey and everyone still loves them
my parents still haven’t apologized for making me ugly
do you ever get the feeling that your friends just dont care
do u ever yell at people “I WANT TO FUCK YOU” but like in ur head
the fact that teachers actually expect you to do homework is annoying