Superficial

You don’t like my clothes

Or the way I do my hair

You don’t like the skulls

I wear everywhere

You don’t get me

So why did I fall

Into this trap

Your charm

I think that’s all

You don’t like the black

I wear around my eyes

Still you want yourself

Pressed between my thighs

I’m just so different

Even you can see

I’m not like other girls

And they have nothing on me

You don’t get my darkness

But you can’t handle it

Just accept the facts:

I’m the best you’ll ever get