I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head.
I wanna be a bottle blonde, I don't know why but I feel conned. I wanna be an idle teen, I wish I hadn't been so clean. I wanna stay inside all day, I want the world to go away. I want blood, guts and chocolate cake, I wanna be a real fake. Yeah, I wish I'd been a, wish I'd been a teen, teen idle. Wish I'd been a prom queen fighting for the title, instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible. Feeling super, super super suicidal. The wasted years, the wasted youth. The pretty lies, the ugly truth. And the day has come where I have died, only to find I've come alive. I wanna be a virgin pure, a 21st century whore. I want back my virginity, so I can feel infinity. I wanna drink until I ache, I wanna make a big mistake. I want blood, guts and angel cake, I'm gonna puke it anyway. I wish I wasn't such a narcissist, I wish I didn't really kiss the mirror when I'm on my own. Oh, God! I'm gonna die alone. Adolescence didn't make sense, a little loss of innocence. The ugly years of being a fool... Ain't youth meant to be beautiful?
