- cifra
Am I pretty?
Do I deserve to be?
Would you tell me?
If I was worthy?
Now that you're home
I don't have to be alone
I know it's selfish but
I already know
So self-aware
I intend to die this way
There is nothing that
Anyone can change
Someone tell me
Who am I supposed to be?
Give me direction
I need affection
Late at night
I don't have to be myself
Pretend to read all of the books placed on my shelf
I call the cops
On someone that I don't know
I tell my friends I got somewhere better to go
