iam(not)afan.

I'm a real big fan of yours
But I'm quite the joke to you
But girl it wasn't a joke when you
Kissed me in your room and replied
"I love you too"

I'm a little bit insecure
From all of this mistreatment
But see I'm workin it out
I'm workin it out
But it's so damn hard
When you're alone

Sha da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da

I am running out of words
To say to you, wondering why I'm
Wasting my time
Thinking back and wond-ring why
I'm such a fool for loving you

And I get to the point where
All I wanted was for us to make up
But it's not that easy
Cause girl you move on so quickly
Keeping a boy like me at the edge of his seat

And I know everything you do
Is all about your perfect image
Well I hope this song
It helps your image
(Ha ha)

Sha da da da da da da da da da
Da da da
I'm so over you now

I am running out of words
To say to you, wondering why I'm
Wasting my time
Thinking back and wondering why
I'm such a fool for loving you
And I was one who thought I was the strong one
Well you proved me wrong
Now I'm singing along to every song
On the radio I don't wanna go
Come on baby tell me
Something I wanna know
And I don't wanna see what's on my mind
Because this lack of motivation is
Taking over my time and I'm sick of trying

All together now!

I am running out of words
To say to you, wondering why I'm
Wasting my time
Thinking back and wond-ring why
I'm such a fool for loving you

I'm a little bit insecure from all of this mistreatment.

Packing my bags with as much as possible,
i've always loved the feeling,
throwing things in a school backpack. Folding everything 10 times
smaller than it needs to be, just to enable room for more.
Feels like running away. Feels like a new beginning.
Funny how shes thinking the exact same thoughts as the ones
running through my mind. Almost.
This feels like we're running away
I know...i love it
Why? I hate this feeling.
Its starting over, a new beginning.
Few memories of my childhood still linger in my head. One of them
sticks out most, like a neon sign in the middle of the night.
Another fight with my mother, no idea what about though,
bawling in my room, holding my Hunchback of Notre Dam barbies
dearly. Attempting to write a note saying i had run away,
and wouldn't be coming back.
I was four.
After too much frustration of not being able to write a
note that would be actually readable to anyone besides myself,
i settled to crying at my window like
Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty.
The neighbors, a group of teens who at the time were my best
friends, after moving into Elise's house, who was my last, and
possibly still, my best friend.
They hollered up trying to figure out what was wrong,
i think i called back louder than needed hoping my mother would
hear me complaining. As far as i remember she didn't.