no, my name's not sandra and i'm looking at you only cuz i wanna know if you fuck that little blonde tonight
becoming sarcastic
becoming jealous
becoming restless
with each warm and sunny day
becoming bored
becoming hypocritical
becoming sick of myself
who is not the one i want to be
who is buying things which someone else likes
and suddenly cares about her brand of shoes
and i would have never imagine that i would end up like this
WELCOME SPRING
