Careful M'dear, Careful..

Sometimes I look

At you

(YOU? What the f**k? Is that supposed to be

A metaphor? What are you talking about? WHO -

Are you talking about?

Yourself?

Well you've fucked up there then, huh?)

And wonder,

Where do you come from?

What is the point?

And -

Why do I

(YOU-Yeah you, little girl, Why

Would you)

Bother?

 

When did this start/

When did this finish - ?

What am I talking about?

My life?

Why do I listen?

(OH, so

Now you think you're being deep -

Identifying with me?

Well, hells bells -

Is that a voice inside you hear?

Careful m'dear, careful...)

 

You'd have thought

I'd have noticed

It -

 

(Oh)

 

Honestly

 

(You're really spouting s**t like this?)

 

I don't know

What I'm

(Me - ? You - ? Who - ? What - ?

Oh f**k. Your dramatic s**t's even in here now..)

Talking about.

 

I never Did - 

(Honest I swear -

Oh didums.)

 

I never used to care!

(Never have I ever! Sworn to hear..)

 

Now I look at

(my YOUR life?)

My

 (hand)

Writing -

 

Because everything

Is

(I’m)

Just

 

shitboringcrapbull �"

 

Just some dramatic

little girl

Who thinks she's got a right to be heard.

 

(Running out.)

 

Author's Note

To be honest, this started off as frustration at my own handwriting...not so sure how this came about...