Its a song No idea what its about but it sounds like SA why did you look at me like that Im not something you can play with So why do you act like i am plastic? ….. July is not my favourite month Thats when i met you You were beautiful And kind Everything i need But a monster was underneath I couldnt let go even though I tried You held on to me That may sound good But it was straight hell Though nobody would believe Why you looked at me like that Like I was something you can play with Im not made of plastic you know? Memory from July Flash through my mind Hope this saves me From myself ….. Why did you look at me like that Im not something you can play with So why do you act like Im made of plastic? (Elastic?) Is it the eye bags? Or perhaps the scars? The fatigue or the sores? The way I bend and break But always back It’s like a never ending system That I Want To Leave Because I’m made of plastic I am not a play-thing I am a being One of many
I wrote it uygdwedeiu !! NOT A VENT !!
