I'm not like other girls,

The whole world leaves me in darkness.

The only thing that helps is punk rock

I hate the others with the perfect curls

F*** those preppy girls.

What is love?

For you I can't suppress

Your eyes watch me like a hawk

This gift clearly not from above

My eyes search the emptiness.

I hate you

But I can't love any less,

there's no room to guess.

But it's too these emotions I must confess,

You used to make me feel like a beautiful mess.

You lifted me up in the summer,

Towards the sun that once felt so warm but is now like a wintry wind.

Against these feelings I no longer fend

I thoguht it was my heart you could mend

But you left me cold in the summer with the chilling air from my icy, dead heart.