I like cold breeze air,
and the smell of rain.
I disappear when things get out of hand.
I like roasting my exes,
who don't even care about my other X spot,
the things i write, my best believe.
I'm like a robot,
I don't have any feelings.
Looking like a trash,
and then being caught in a ditch.
I take polaroid pictures,
and stick it on the memory board,
I smell so free,
my smile is so clean.
Runaway,
from crowded places.
You can never stick to one pace ever.
Isolation is what we can't resist,
Its more of an teenage issue.
I only have 3 friends,
who i fully trust,
Boys are so boring,
they'll just come and go.
And i wish someone told me,
to never trust a guy who's stuck on his screen,
and protect some girl's name.
OOPS.
Runaway,
from guy's like these.
Girl it's for your sake.
A total dutchebag,
but thats what young girls can't resist.
Thats more of an teenage issue.
People who do things to be cool,
is what i hate.
I can't say anything,
or they'll be pissed.
And its more of an teenage issue,
you can't do anything about it,
"CASE CLOSED!"
I am dramatic,
when it comes to love.
I'm bad at keeping promises,
surviving and crying,
is something i feel like its burning.
And if the fire hits,
Runaway.
I say things so stupidly,
and i can't resist,
and that's more of an teenage issue.
Too cool,
Too perfect,
Everyone wants a pageant,
And thats more of an teenage issue.