You're lovely. You speak the most gorgeous lies I've ever heard, and I would take all of your abuse to keep hearing them. Tell me more, I could beg on my knees. I'm puppy- dogging to get you to smile, I always have been like a puppy, I'm always there when you need somebody to play with, aren't I? And when you have better things to do, its so easy to just shove me away, say bad girl, and put me outside, out of your view.

Out of sight, out of mind, right gorgeous?

Am I your nightmare? Do you see my face in your dreams? Do I bite like a vampire, do I kiss like a dream?

Do I cry for you to come back, do I push you away, tell you that I'm not a puppet, not anymore?

I hope so. I hope you get no sleep, I hope you get no peace.

And yet, I want you to be the happiest person on this planet, I think you deserve enough beauty to unfreeze that fucking rock you call a heart. I wish I would've been enough, but since when have I been enough. We accept the love we feel we deserve, don't we.

Does that mean I felt like I deserved all the times you people used me, made me feel like a goddess, just to bring me down so low?

Suppose so.

I want to walk so far away from you all.

You could have given me roses, you gave me poppies instead. It worked, I fell asleep, I became numb. Good for you baby. You succeeded. You're so heartbroken, baby, you just had to get the chance to be the heartbreaker, just once, didn't you? Well, good for you baby. You got to be the heartbreaker.