My heart is racing
As your feet carry you to my front door
You ring the bell and
I can see you're in the proper attire
A black tuxedo with a rose tucked neatly into the pocket
Your eyes somehow seem to slide down my body
Taking in the pale green dress which fits every inch of me
(perfectly)
And I can only think that you're looking
(with dishonorable intentions)
Walk away and hold my hand
Tell me everything that I wish to hear
"You look so beautiful tonight, darling."
And you can pin the corsette over my breast
I feel your hunger preparing to pounce
And I realize it's too late to back out
Driving to the prom the conversation seems awkward
Yet, I keep on pushing
Hoping, and hoping, and hoping
That my conscious is wrong
Did I get lead down the same path again?
(fuck her and leave her)
Am I being viewed like I always am?
(you'll only ever be a piece of ass)
And so you lead me onto the dance floor
It seems romantic as the glitter is falling over us
Making us shimmer and shine underneath the light
But eventually the night comes to an end
And the tension piles up again in my stomach when
(you ask to get a hotel room)
It's the same thing again
And I find myself running away
And I kick off my shoes
Gathering more distance with my bare feet
Colliding with the gravel and making me bleed
Once I get home I can hear you behind me
And you know that you've failed
And all I can feel is a wave of regret
Is anyone ever going to value me for my brains instead of beauty?
I'm searching for love
Not lust, yet I don't
Think I'll ever find it.
(just another piece of ass)
(just another piece of ass)
(fuck her and leave her)
And so, I challenge a man to find me
And to treat me sweetly and kiss away the pain and the scars
Wipe away the bruises with your hands
And kiss my neck with gentleman status
Please just don't hurt me like others have before.
Evelyn...
You know that you are beautiful, and that someone will complete you one day. Just because your past boyfriend was an asshole doesn't mean that you have to give up.
"I lyk hav faith in u grl!"
Aha, well, I'll actually see you tomorrow. There's no point in saying this, since you'll probably read this years from now and think, "Hmm, I'm not seeing that loser Dave tomorrow."
Keep it up sweetheart.