Utter Crap Song (The As Close To An Emo Song We'll Ever Get)

I hid inside my room like a f**king coward (what? please kill me). the past eighteen months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. it was amazing you finally got a rise out of me. I lau
I cried (well I tried, but I laughed again). who the f**k needs a caricature to be their friend? it's so f**king stupid. I'm just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2). and I wonder wha

Really thought of me. an intimate friend? a loud-mouth jerk or just a novelty? this is not an apology, just therapy, 'cause as we all know (and apparently), I don't need anybody.