about me.

cut my hair myself

I bit my lips until they bled

I sucked my skin until they got bruises

what I can do I do it

what I can't do I do it.

don't get me wrong

I'm not so cute

I liked to squash ants

you can get a punch

if you make me anger.

some people call me bitch

what hell who cares?

what they think

it's not my problem

I guess, they envy me, right?

I'm not guilty of being like me

sometimes I steal pretty things

and I collect magazines

'cause I like other people's life.

it's not all about me

there's not everything

the mystery is most funny

now, let me know you.