If you said you liked my hair, I'd shave it all off. If you said these whiskers hurt when we kissed, I'd let them grow in. If I could write anything, I wouldn't let you see it. Because I was taught a few things: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. Write what you know about. All I know about is pain. Heartbreak and Anger are my world now. I know you wanted your friends impressed but you didn't realize how depressed you'd make me feel. When was the last time you held me down? Pinned me to the ground with your thumb? It's not like you've got me wrapped around your finger. If you said there was a spider on the wall, I'd let it live, I'd let it get you. If you said "now," I'd say "no." If you said "now," I'd say "no." Don't say it at all. All I know about is pain. Heartbreak and Anger are my world now. All I know is pain. Why did you have to show off to people who aren't even your friends? You don't have to lie to impress me. You shouldn't have to lie to impress them. You don't have me wrapped around your finger. You don't have me on your words. All you have are exaggerations, and lies, and half-truths, and the half of the bed where I used to sleep those nights I snuck in through the window. If you said your sorry, I might forgive you. If you said goodbye, I'd leave. Heartbreak and Anger are my world now.