The Very Simple Honest Song

It stings me every time that I think about it,

The way you would like her to be.

From magazines and beauty queens

I try to not look,

But unconciously I am always wondering

Of how you would like her to be,

When all I know the person isn`t me.

I comb my hair, I take a bath and think about her

Every time I dress for a night out

And I don`t want to think such things, but I am pressured

By memories and feelings all the time.

Of times you thought that she was me

And how did it change quite suddenly.

I don`t want you.

I do not care.

I don`t want to stare.

But looking back I can`t belive how I fell for you.

Suspicions stroke me all along the way.

You said you loved me way too early for it to be true,

But no one had ever hit on me that way:

So bluntly, badly, successfully.

You liked trends, korean boybands

And cute little girls.

You said you never had girlfriends.

But you had loads of friends,

Acquaintances of females

And later you asked me to be one of them.

And all I know is what hit me back then:

They were like me and you were fuking them.

I don`t want ou

I do not care

I don`t want you to stare.

"Avril lavigne or japanese or someone like that"

I think to myself as I walk away.

And somewhere inside I know that you`re just unhappy

And looking for someone to heal the pain

And my sorrow is a lesson that I gained.

(I mean, who wears tigers on their boxers anyway?)

But I wish you well,

I hope you find the one you seek

And find happiness,

You little

Prick.