My main goal in life is to go to my high school reunion looking hot as fuck
And at night I lie awake
As broken as the glass shattered on the floor
After it was thrown
During my breakdown
Tears have stained the pillowcase
And absorbed into my soul
“You’re not like this. This isn’t you.”
What am I like? Who am I?
Say it. Tell me who I am.
Tell me how much you hate the person I’ve become.
…because I do too.