~Nobody really sees her,

And I won't pretend to,

But she's not a poser.

The day I fell in lust with her choker

Is when I told myself I had to know her.

 

*I think she hides her distress in her skinny jeans*

 

I'm not a skater boy but I've done it a few.

The delightful terror it brings, she comes with it too.

Feet to the concrete and face to the pavement,

Bruises and bleeds are a thrasher's payment.

But at least she's free.

What does she think of me?~