please don't tell me i'm beautiful; i look into the mirror everyday and i know what i see.
please don't tell me i'm sexy, it makes me very uncomfortable in that mini. just tell me i'm pretty, and i'll say thanks.
please don't take me to parties, i know i can hold my own but i have my own parties to go to. especially if i'm not 'legitimate'. 'yet' is a non-issue. i'm not legit. give it up. vengeful women aren't fun. i know: i'm one.
please don't call me to ask me what i'm doing, you're not supposed to be thinking of me. out of sight, out of mind. see?
please don't feel the need to talk or make conversation when you have nothing to say. the silence can be beautiful and talk can be cheap.
please don't try too hard to impress: everybody appreciates subtlety. trust me, the feeling of over-compensation is baaad.
please don't fall too deep for me, you might not be able to save yourself and i can be cruel.
please don't tell me you love me, i'm not ready, and i don't love you.
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