In this day and age,
I struggle with my body,
When I look in the mirror, do I see beauty?
Or is everything a train wreck? This turns my insides knotty.

Because I don’t believe in God,
I must not think
I don’t fit your snooty standards
I cant be your friend, but my name is found on your tongue each week

And my boy,
he’s far too good for me
So I must just be a toy.

Now everyone’s thinking she’s…
sold her innocence far too soon:
Just another teenage sleaze

But that’s honestly not me,
Trying to escape the rumor mill
Before I fall too deep
Maybe I should just fill expectations, show them my morals are weak

But that’s so sick,
And how am I supposed to deal with it
Especially throughout all this other shit?

Maybe you’re right, I don’t have to pay rent
But there are a few other things,
That keep me bent

Like when you don’t listen to me
I try so hard,
But you still wont give me a key

And I’m too ignorant and spoiled to really know what’s going on
Well, then how do I know what’s going on?

Like you being just like every other girl I go to school with
Starting drama
As if my emotional state is something to toy with

Because your life is never fucked up enough
Even in this tragedy you’re obsessed with
You still tell me your life is more rough

Well what about grades?
And trying to make sure another friendship wont fade?
Trying to make sure the bed is made?

Maybe I’m just digging my own grave
Maybe that’s okay,
Maybe I’ll finally become a wave.