looking up at me every night like i’m a star thinking i’m going to set the world on fire as if there’s something different about me that sets me apart from the other girls you know

you think i own the sky you think i own your heart but if that were really true you would’ve never kept me in the dark

you would’ve let me be free from you, from me, from everything but you are selfish and you need someone to watch over you

little boy at the end of the day who’s too scared of the truth how convenient for you

i’m not a little toy to be played with to go and beg your parents to buy for you cause you can’t ever seem to choose

what’s next? you gonna make me oversexed? but suddenly now a toys a competition to you

gonna put me in a duplex? buy me the toys that you didn’t want. one a kitchen, one a baby, one a star