{LYRICS}


I wrote you sticky notes,
Instead of love letters,
I thought it might come across better.

I **** up my words alot,
And for that I’m sorry,
I’ll try to be better.

I really miss you,
And what could’ve been,
But I’ll try to forget.

Truly, Everything is in the past.
It probably would’ve never last.
At least, that’s what I tell myself to sleep at night.

I threw myself out like trash,
Removed myself from your life.
It was for the best, right?

You deserve better,
Still do.
But I still think of you from time to time.

I’m writing this for multiple people,
Whom of which will probably never hear.
But I still hold them dear.

I wrote you sticky notes,
Instead of love letters.
I thought it might come across better.

Would you have preferred the letters?
Would you have loved me better?
Maybe I’m better off alone.

I love writing sticky notes,
Even if they’re to myself.
I’ll try to love myself instead.

Maybe then,
I could love you again,
Love you again.

Maybe then,
I could love you again,
Love you again.
And again
And again
And again
And again

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I finally figured it out,
We’re better off apart,
Should’ve seen it from the start.


You gave me the clues and red flags,
But I simply drove past,
Just wanted your love, But it didn’t last.


I gave you hearts,
You gave me question marks,
But I simply drove past.


You gave me the clues and red flags,
But I simply drove past,
Just wanted your love, But it didn’t last.


So I finally figured it out,
We’re better off apart,
Should’ve seen it from the start.


You gave all your love to them,
While I sat back, Hoping for a crumb of your love,
But you drove right past.


You wanted me for sex,
You wanted me for power,
I said “That’s love, I guess”
said “That’s love, I guess”


I gave you hearts,
You gave me question marks,
But I simply drove past.


So I finally figured it out,
We’re better off apart,
Should’ve seen it from the start.

{LYRICS}


If good girls love bad boys,
Consider me a sinner.
Bad girl from illinois,
Getting thinner and thinner.


Caught up with my inner self,
The outside doesn’t look right,
Does that make me a sinner?
Does that make me look a bit thinner?


Checking my weight every couple hours,
The way hating my body gives me more power,
Sour to the soul to hate yourself.
A good slut, Who betrays herself.


Whoring around, for the fun of it,
Acting like you’re above all it,
You’re a slut, Clear cut,
No way to deny all of it


If good girls love bad boys,
Consider me a sinner.
Bad girl from illinois,
Getting thinner and thinner.


Caught up with my inner self,
The outside doesn’t look right,
Does that make me a sinner?
Does that make me look a bit thinner?


Checking my weight every couple hours,
The way hating my body gives me more power,
Sour to the soul to hate yourself.
A good slut, Who betrays herself.



Whoring around, for the fun of it,
Acting like you’re above all it,
You’re a slut, Clear cut,
No way to deny all of it


If good girls love bad boys,
Consider me a sinner.
Bad girl from illinois,
Getting thinner and thinner.

{LYRICS}

My depression likes To put my dreams On a higher shelf.

A shelf full of mason jars.

Mason jars filled with

Tears, Fears, And Dreams

That’ll never come true.


Things that’ll never come true,

Like the thought of me and you,

Its my favorite dream.

Something ill never see


My depression loves to make me want to kill myself

Thoughts of Killing myself

It leads to self pity

Pity that leads

To self hatred.

But never love.

Thats something ill never see.


I kinda want to kill myself

But i have friends who will miss me

Family who would grieve to a higher degree,

Past lovers who would never care,

But always agree

“They deserved it”

But that’s something I’ll never see.


You make me want to die,

But I don’t know why.

I love you so,

And id tell you it any chance i got

But you’d never love me back.

Thats something ill never see.

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There’s something wrong with me
But I can’t figure out what,
And I’m struggling to find myself


I drink to the bottom of bottles,
And I fill my lungs with smoke,
But I’m struggling to know myself


I pierce my face,
And I tattoo my thighs,
And I still don’t know myself.


I mask what I think,
And I’m scared of who I am,
How could I know myself?


Does anyone really know me?
Am I playing some sort of game?
Do I really know myself?


I love opossums,
And I really love my friends,
Could I really love myself?


Is there something wrong with me?
Am I making it all up?
Maybe I know myself.


I mask who I am,
Because I’m scared,
To really know myself.


I think I love myself,
Despite all I’ve done.
Despite who I am and what I’ve become.


I really love my friends,
And I love dressing up
I think I know myself.


There’s something wrong with me
And I can’t figure out what,
But I know myself.