#1 Fan

I bet us ugly girls are your biggest fans, with hands for feet and feet for hands. So you.re not surprised, it.s like this - I.m in room number 666. Yeah, the one at the end of the hall, with muffled sounds escaping the walls. I want you to love me, but it.s like this - unless you.re ready, don.t open it. Or you.ll run down the stairs, out to the streets, and tell Jesus "that.s the sickest girl I.ll ever meet." To the pretty girls are you another fan? Cause I always hoped you would understand. So I pick at scabs and create more wounds, but I take my pills to be good for you. And I pray to Jesus the words he should say when you come screaming up to him someday. Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 05:48 PM PST   0 • 1