raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by willow pape
Being cold isn’t fun
You’re safe in your own little shelter
But it still hurts
You think you know what you want
But inside you’re lonelier than lonely
There’s nothing but the gloom.
Detached, but longing
For something you’re afraid to have
Wanting, but dare not admit
For fear they would ridicule you
Or how the boys might let you down
And break your heart into the tiniest pieces,
Even the geniuses cant fix.
You want to surrender
But you act tough anyway
'We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him'
So you fool yourself
You tell all your friends:
'I like being alone on a Saturday night;
Nothing beats it! ‘