EverythingsEventual
Ex-Bluelighter
Sometimes I wish I could just fold myself up
Put myself in a box and put me away
High up somewhere, in a cupboard I guess
Somewhere that nobody can find me
Right now it feels as though nobody cares
The one guy who said I was his world
Left me for someone else and crushed me
Like an ant on the sole of his sneakers
I have curled up and cried on my bed
Every one of my pink pillows is soiled
With the black smudge of my thick mascara
I've got to work all weekend as well
Doesn't matter I've got nothing else to do
I feel so alone now that he's out of the way
He's my friend but I'm not his number one
Although he still calls me girl
I handed in my notice at work for no reason
Got a credit card and a personal loan
I don't want em, they mean nothing to me
All that matters is that I'm alone
No money to call anyone up tonight
Even just to cry down the phone at someone
Nobody I really want to talk to online
I'm looking at my buddy list
The majority of friends I had are all offline
Haven't seen them online in months, even years
My real life friends are a hundred miles away
In a town that I abhor anyways
I'm stuck in a bubble of self pity tonight
Got a bottle of vodka in my room
But I can't even be bothered to get drunk
Over and over again I hear the voice in my head
"He left you , he left you"
"You're nobody's someone, you're nobody's someone"
"You're alone, you're alone"
I try to fight it with happycore and trance
It works for a while I guess
Y'know I feel like Eeyore on a rainy day
All doom and gloom
What I wouldn't give to have a good reason
To smile, be happy, be confident
Somebody fold me up
Put me in a box please
It's for my own good
Put myself in a box and put me away
High up somewhere, in a cupboard I guess
Somewhere that nobody can find me
Right now it feels as though nobody cares
The one guy who said I was his world
Left me for someone else and crushed me
Like an ant on the sole of his sneakers
I have curled up and cried on my bed
Every one of my pink pillows is soiled
With the black smudge of my thick mascara
I've got to work all weekend as well
Doesn't matter I've got nothing else to do
I feel so alone now that he's out of the way
He's my friend but I'm not his number one
Although he still calls me girl
I handed in my notice at work for no reason
Got a credit card and a personal loan
I don't want em, they mean nothing to me
All that matters is that I'm alone
No money to call anyone up tonight
Even just to cry down the phone at someone
Nobody I really want to talk to online
I'm looking at my buddy list
The majority of friends I had are all offline
Haven't seen them online in months, even years
My real life friends are a hundred miles away
In a town that I abhor anyways
I'm stuck in a bubble of self pity tonight
Got a bottle of vodka in my room
But I can't even be bothered to get drunk
Over and over again I hear the voice in my head
"He left you , he left you"
"You're nobody's someone, you're nobody's someone"
"You're alone, you're alone"
I try to fight it with happycore and trance
It works for a while I guess
Y'know I feel like Eeyore on a rainy day
All doom and gloom
What I wouldn't give to have a good reason
To smile, be happy, be confident
Somebody fold me up
Put me in a box please
It's for my own good
