Untitled Girl
Untitled Girl
I'll tell you my dreams like there's no hope for them to be fulfilled.
I'll tell you my hopes like they're already burnt out.
I'll tell you my feelings like they'll never be understood.
I'll show you my body as if I'm already decaying.
I love the taste of salty food.
I hate the heat of summer.
I love the look of fancy clothes.
I hate the feel of knitted attire.
What I love, what I hate,
Read me like the back of a book.
My dream was to be your bride.
But it's a nightmare to be alive.
There's no point in saving a girl who talks of herself like she's already dead.