Don’t ever tell me That I make you feel guilty You know I’d never try To make you feel guilty Am I supposed to feel guilty

Sometimes I really wonder What the point is Of socialization I don’t feel comfortable Socializing

Drink your stupid drink Until you get sick Laying on cold tiles As dehydrated As you would be

If you even knew About me... Everything... As you said you wanted to... You might make assumptions

Despite the lies I tell myself I know the truth Will always haunt me Like unsolved murders I lay awake thinking

If I was a stone falling from you… As you were holding on For dear life Would you reach out for me? If I were a tall

Squeeze me tighter than tight Quietly seeking shelter Unlike the many nights I dreamed.… Each and every night Ending up the same way

Eat the pumpkin Stupid parrot Stop mocking me And calling me names I hate playing those games

I still want everything To be perfect When nothing Can be perfect I keep wanting things

I find it hard not To just Run right over to You Not caring what

I have seen some Superficial people Who come out and say Exactly what they want All the time knowing

I am guilty Of wanting too much Out of life Of wanting it all Of wanting what I can’t have

Someone told me About Judy Garland; That she Was the first Celebrity

You swing on the trapeze With finesse With ease Not even the breeze Sways you

Be honest with me And I’ll be honest with you Like I had intended to I always want to Be true