im broke im bored im tired im lost.
im scared to speak when i am angry.
i dont like her, and i dont care
but i wont dare tell her we are having it my way.
hair in the sink. crumbs on the floor.
all my fault i suppose.
who decided real world was more important than queer eye?
yes i understand that the tv isnt mine.
im too stuck up to be here.
too proud of my roots.
nowhere to go nothing to do nothing to think
nothing to be