16 January 2013
When I look up, I see the stars. When I look down, all I see the road. When I look ahead, I see the trees in the wind. And when I look behind... I see you.
Call me a fool, but you're just trailing behind now. We're all moving ahead in life, so why are you the only one who still thinks you're the kid?
It just feels like you're one mile behind. We're driving ahead, and you're still with your head down the bonnet and your ass up in the air just waiting to be taken. Come on now, honey, you look like a slag, and you're acting like one. You hate being called one. So why are you being one?
You see, there's a rumour floating around. God knows who started it, but APPARENTLY you slept with that new teach' who came round a couple of weeks ago.
Did you like it, being called a whore? A fuck-toy for little kiddies? I bet you get off on all that sort of stuff.
What's that? You never did that? You're calling me a LIAR? Kehahahaha! Oh, man, sometimes hun' you make me laugh. Trust me, hun', you do not wanna think me as a liar. Remember that I'm the only one still talking to you. All your friends ditched you, thought of you as a backstabber. I can see why.
Ha. Tell you what, sugar. Store this one. You'd want to remember this one.
S.C. x
Lying On The Tarmac • Opuss № I