White Girl Problems

Listening and watchin tv
These women wish I could be thee its easy
As 1,2,3 see don’t eat and stress to be skinny
Dress skimpy no curves disgusting im lusting
To be what I wasn’t

(I’m not pretty)
(I’m too fat)
(Hate Myself)
(love me back)

And these are white girl problems I explore them in my eyes
Where your weight is so important you just feel like you should die
So you starve yourself and rob yourself of everything you need
So u fit inside of 00’s and skinny fittin jeans
And if mike and jeff don’t notice you you have to call an audible
Their impression means more to u than any of your thoughts u choose
Its like you ur full of hatred u think that youll never make it
So you try to be those girls on tv cuz to men theyre sacred
Whats sacred if when youre naked your body contains no shape and
All you are is an accessory something cool to stand next to me
This is a salty recipe terrible for your health
Stop following be leader find happiness in yourself

(Not Pretty)
(too fat)

So often youre insecurities spread to your sensibilities
Picking at all your flaws and all you can say its killing me
Look to other men to provide you with soothing thoughts
So to get them to like you you give it up and suck em off
They use you and they abuse you til you are back where you started
More insecure about self and its worse youre brokenhearted
I want you to fall in love but you do it with men only concerned
If youre fucking, skinny, and stupid if not they’re not concerned
The mistakes continue to happen you cry and scream and wish
That all men would become extinct any you wish they never existed

(I’m not pretty)
(I’m too fat)
(Hate Myself)
(love me back)
Listening and watchin tv
These women wish I could be thee its easy
As 1,2,3 see eat less and stress to be skinny

I keep tryin to convince you youre sweeter than Hershey kisses
Please misses don’t be accepting of those who treat you like misfits
Why listen to phony bitches who only covet they riches
And spend up all of they money to cover up things that funny
That look for men to take care of them knowing theyre little children
These children need to be spanked for letting outsiders control them
Youre holding true gifts of life, youre body it fits you right
If men don’t like your visual they should be robbed of sight
You don’t have to wear tons of make up or vomit everyday you wake up
Or show your ass out in public in a skirt that hiked too way up
The men that are attracted to that shit are kinda wack miss
They try too hard to fit in themselves so why get attached to them
Yet there you go, everyday, still the same
Listen to, everyone, tellin you, how to be
And you cry, say you suck, not perfect, too fat
So you hate yourself more, and cant see whats wrong with that

(I’m not pretty)
(I’m too fat)
(Hate Myself)
(love me back)
Listening and watchin tv
These women wish I could be thee its easy
As 1,2,3 see eat less and stress to be skinny

Amy Amy Amy (A Dedication To Amy Winehouse)

I loved you though I rarely knew you. You’re voice tickled my fancy. You explained love and relationships in the rawest form. We were kindred spirits though you did all of the talking and all I did was listen.

My mother didn’t appreciate you, she said you weren’t real. She didn’t know you like I did. She didn’t understand you like I did.

My friends loved you, they couldn’t get enough of you. We would sit around and listen to you for hours and when you were done you were all we could talk about.

I found you by accident. I was looking for friends of a fling named Joss Stone. She had a lovely voice and had me begging for more. 

She introduced me to Adele, Corrine Bailey Rae and Lily Allen. Yet there you were Back To Black fighting some unholy war letting your years dry on their own and I had to have you.

As much as I loved you, you angered me to know end. You kept saying no to rehab, and conceeded that I knew that you were no good. 

But I thought better of you. I heard love was blind and pleaded with you to help yourself.

So I waited and waited. Watched you slip, fall, rise and fall again. 

I wanted so desperately to here you again. I wanted you to speak to me just like you did in 2006. 

Unfortunately you couldn’t.

When you passed on Saturday. I wasn’t shocked, I had a feeling that it was coming. It saddens me that your sweet, sultry and soulful voice that could’ve taken you to heaven was damned by the tools have hell.

Though I will never here from you again I will always remember you in those fuck me pumps, lying in my bed while begging me to hold you for so long.

Those words will have to hold me forever.

Though they will, I know you had so much more to say.

Goodbye Amy. Love you and miss you.

Forever 27.