Why you gotta throw me around like a rag doll?
You can toss me up, You can toss me up
I’ve be sitting back keeping quiet for too long
You can touch me now, You can touch me now
Why you gotta throw me around like a rag doll?
You can toss me up, You can toss me up
You just wanna use me up til’ I’m all gone
That’s not me at all, Thats not me at all, Hey
Won’t try so hard
You can’t admit
Open my heart
You never come in
Cant find my way
Through your maze
And in my mouth you put the very bad taste
Your love must be tainted
If its how you paint it
You don’t know what you’re in for
You’re so rotten to the core
Ragdoll- Ashlee Simpson
damn you for making such catchy songs.
It would be so easy to just call you and you would come running to me. But I don’t want to do that to us anymore. I have been straining our relationship, and I don’t feel what you feel. I’m the highlight of your day, but now your the low light of mine. I only talk to you when I feel that no one else can make it better. I can’t give you what you want when your not what I want.
It’s not that you don’t love me, because I know you do. I am the wind in the twilight night sky that pushes you into your tasks, and gets you through the night. I am your pillow which softens the blow when you get home drunk and disorderly, and in which you share your dreams with. I am the sweater that sticks to your skin and tries to isolate the heat and the hatrid from leaving your body. I am trying to protect you. It’s not that you don’t love me, because I know you do.
Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via drunkenbutterfly) (via funeral) (via durian) (via questforyou)
IN A NUTSHELL.
I need to get myself a blow-up doll or something.