Love The Hangover, Hate The Taste Me; in a nutshell. I keep forgetting about this app, and I apologize. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. c: You You're so talented So beautiful So smart So bright So friendly And that doesn't even begin to start- Stop Fucking stop I can't handle this I don't deserve a drop of it I'm nothing but a liar A lukewarm-hearted confused mess of a liar And I love you all I really do But I cannot fucking stand half of you See Just I don't make sense I can't tell if it's the abandonment or my resilient lack of defense Just Back up I need to breathe I absolutely adore all of the spotlight But I can't act like it doesn't burn me I hate what I need And love what I shouldn't It's like being stuck in a hole while holding a shovel But I couldn't I wouldn't But god damnit, I want to Can't help but stare lovingly at what's left of the past stuck to my shoes And When Did I get so angry So angry all of the time You, you watch your mouth, learn your place You, get your stuck-up superiority complex the fuck out of my face You, I can't remember why I chose you in the first place Me- stop being such a goddamn waste of space Sabrina Stop this shit Play your music Watch your grades Flash the smile that people seem to love Swallow all of this sudden hate People have it so much worse And really, honestly, I'm aware And I'm breaking my spine every second Every time To make sure people know I truly care But it wears you down To nothing but a breakdown waiting to happen Tick Tock Tick Tock Louder And Louder It Will Never Stop And it doesn't bother me too much most of the time But then one of those days come around And it's like Well Okay Time to shine- Fuck this Fuck you Fuck everything any of you ever put me through You built me up so high, you had to predict that I'd end up crumbling around you I mean Look at this structure It's basically tape and glue All thrown together And now it's tumbling down around you You All of you Have created a monster And I'm afraid that even the strongest of firearms can't stop her She's lost She's confused She's got everything yet absolutely nothing to lose She's glorifying what's left of the past that's stuck to her shoes And she's breaking down quickly So decrepit and sickly And she's running out of reasons almost as quickly as the seasons To keep up the image we all want her to. Sabrina Smith©December 2012