I feel like crap right now. I know she doesn't love me. Never has, probably never will. Yet why do I still have the urge to persue her? Why do I still feel like there's a chance? I know December was a waste of my time. Why should this time be any different? I really hope she doesn't ask me out again because I'm not sure if I have the strength to tell her no. Because that's what I should do, right?
Buy me a toy
Paint a smile on my face
Pave my streets with dollar bills
Buy me a soul
Hair of gold and eyes of blue
So hollow inside
Fill her up with tangible joy
Money can’t buy me love?
Cram the paper down their throats
Advertise your hate in a pretty frame
Brainwashed in a wave of wealth
Shining metal with more value than life itself
I can give you happiness
Paint over your eyes,
in red, white, and blue.
Lose your vision,
but still keep faith in this lie.
Consume it all.
Pretty girls in magazines,
can’t be wrong.
Eat it up like sugar.
Oh, now you’re sick.
kill them all in this bloodshed nation.
Guilty orgasmic pleasure.
Money will spend the pain away.