I am a little bit of loneliness,
a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints,
but I can help the fact,
that everybody can see these scars
What I want you to want,
what I want you to feel
But it’s like no matter what I do,
I can’t convince you,
to just believe this is real
So I let go, watching you,
turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I’m not
But I’ll be here ’cause you want what I’ve got

Linkin Park

My skin is sandpaper

Under your fingers

And while you make love with him

I lay here

Rubbing my hands

Assessing murderous thoughts of you

Dreaming that I blow in your neck

Some really nasty words

But I’m leaving

If that’s O.K.?

While you…

Who do you dream of?

When you break the plate

Screaming that you hate me

Hate me, hate me!…

When you swear that you and me

It’s all over, as of then

Meanwhile I still put the key

Under the rug since

Nobody remembers when

While jumping out of the

Living room window

Is no more of my age?

- I’M leaving O.K.?