I’m a little moody, which is quite the understatement
I can be on top of the world one second and crashing to hell the next
I’ll block you out with the rest of them – earphones in, voices out
I’m a little jealous, sometimes it gets the best of me
but the sight of you with her repulses me
I may be a tiny bit insecure, so just tell me I’m beautiful please
Sometimes I need the validation, self doubt comes back to haunt me
I can be outright mean too, you won’t even recognize me
I’m all these shitty things and then some
so there you go, all my flaws laid out for you to see
are you disgusted by the very idea of loving me?
