I grew up with low self-esteem. I didn't think I was very pretty. I had glasses, red hair and was generally quite a spod.
I don't think I am narcissistic. I think I have low self-esteem.
All my life I've always been so blue, born to lose, and now I'm losing you.
As you tumble to the ground, pick me up on your way down.
Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.
Dreams were all they gave for free to ugly duckling girls like me.
Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more, but each hurt makes my love stronger than before.
He's a mean, mean man, but I love him all I can.
I suffered fools so gladly.
I wanna be with you, if only for a night to be the one who's in your arms to hold you tight. I wanna be with you, there's nothing left to say.
I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.
I would not have discredited every one of their compliments. It was your approval I wanted, your congratulations.
I'm sorry to myself, for treating me worse than I would anybody else.
If you won't leave me, I'll find someone who will.
I'll be a fool or a wiseman, my darling, you hold the key. Anyway you want me, that's how I will be.
I'll just wait right here for you cause I know your new love won't last. I wound easy, but I heal fast.
I'm a phallus in pigtails, and there's blood on my nose, and my tissue is rotting where the rats chew my bones. And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain, I keep having this brainstorm about twelve times a day.
I'm about as normal as Norman Bates.
I'm just a no-good, scum sucking, nose picking, boot licking, sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk of slime.
I'm so afraid to love you, But more afraid to lose. Clinging to a past that doesn't let me chose.
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.
I've had a lot of practice and wrong's what I do best.
Ladies love outlaws, like babies love stray dogs. Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold, outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul.
Lie to me, I promise to believe. Lie to me, but please don't leave.
Look around and you will see this world is full of creeps like me.
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