Such a Girl

I’m such a girl. I listen to love songs for the lyrics. I’ll play the same song over and over because that sentiment captures the feeling I miss or reminisce about. I yearn to feel that way again some time. I think about that guy and then I think about somebody else I use to love even more...
I’m such a girl. They call me sensitive. "Why can’t you just get over shit?" There’s just no pill for it. I light a candle and I meditate on moving on, on being strong, on dreaming on. I believe in hope in pretty faces on every train. I believe in whatever I believe in today...

I'm such girl. At times, I smile at other people’s pain. It makes me feel triumphant every now and then. Can you believe what that girl was wearing? Seriously, what was she thinking when she left the house like that? And if my hair looks good today, I feel self-confident! Even when everything else is Code Red, its alright, because things are smooth on the top of my glorious head. I’m such a girl!