I’m liar, I’m a no-good friend, I’m a never-call-you-backer, I’m loner, I’m loser, I’m a shit-talker.

I’m sorry I’m sorry for the mistakes I made. I’m sorry I’m sorry for the things I said.

Everything about her’s a mess
To look in her eyes is to see
A cold and inhuman abyss

Her mind appears controlled by a drunk navigator
Her moods are like a child playing in an elevator