we die together

i'm glad you left, i can breathe easily

it's not that i don't like you, it's that i'm confused when you're around and i feel insecure

we seem to sweat too much generally

i want to feel beautiful, it seems to me i'm not blossoming, i'm rotting more and more day by day

rotten flower covered with dust and mud

i wonder what a fool a boy should be to get interested in such a jerk as i am

i mean seriously interested

there's no way out, is it?

and i won't watch breakfast at tiffany's today, i'll leave it for better times