'Cause it’s my problem if I want to pack up and run away.
It’s my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway.
It’s my problem, it’s my problem if I feel the need to hide.
And it’s my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die.
That’s exactly what I’m thinking. There’s no reason for alien life on a completely different planet to look anything like us.
How do straight girls see this and continue being straight