Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re thinking about.

Tell me when you’re finished maybe I’ll come around.

Had enough to bring me all the way to the ground, I don’t have to tell you what I’m thinking about.

You have made your bed, I know better than to sleep in it.

Better off dead than the hell that will become of it.

You have hurt my head but I’m not denying that I did not bring it on myself.

I take pieces of myself from everyone around me.

I’m not individual enough for you.

I replicate the people I admire but at least I’m not bitter and sad.

I may not be 100% happy but at least I’m not with you.