This is middle school
if you're not getting hurt,
crying your eyes out, losing friends, gaining friends and then
losing them all over again somethings wrong. If you're not
finding out who you are, how to be comfortable in your own skin,
if you're not developing some sort of eating, self loathe
disorder, I would have to poke you to see if you were real.
Somewhere in between all the mind games, lies,
and seduction, I fell for you. Somewhere in between
all the broken promises, manipulation, and heart aches,
I got over you. But I guess I fibbed a few times too...
Remember all those times I swore 'I needed you'?
Well consider them lies. Because baby, here I am
without you, and I survived.