Call me heartless for the silent treatment.
But no one can be as heartless as tonight.
Tonight's colder than any other & I'm not letting the cold wind taking the blame for it.
Cause for once, it's innocent.
It's terrible to have this irritating itch coming back even more often than before.
But then again, blame myself for being so tolerant.
Hence, I'm in this state because of my own selfless thoughts.
I cant be selfish before, but I sure can now.
What are the odds of trusting someone w your own happiness in their hands?
Dont blame me for being a bitch now.
Cause I'm one to begin w, will be one when I need to & I can be bitcher than you think I am.
So there, enough messing around cause you've chose the wrong girl to get your dirty kicks on her head.
There's more to her than meets the eye.
You dont know me yet if you think you've already did.
I'm gonna wash my hands clean and not getting it dirty no more.
The mud's too dirty & dangerous.
Afraid I might slip, fall & not being able to get up on my two feet again.
So I'm gonna stop playing the game of mudslide.
One more thing.
I despise, I repeat, DESPISE it a lot if anyone tries to stop me from doing something I shouldnt just because.
I know what I am doing & you gotta trust me on that.
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Talking about Trust.
Where did you put the one I gave to you?
Go figure.


Little miss un-Gorgeous is all yours. So, go on if you may. (:
Ouch much?