eleven oclock curfew
thats not very pop punk of you
i use humor to mask the fact that i want to fall off the face of the earth
Fuck you and your perfect eyebrows.
I said Goodbye.
Just remember i helped you figure out what you deserve.
You dont know me or what ive seen. What I’ve been through or what goes on in my head. Dont act like you do.
I find that Im not who Im supposed to be.