Афродита Чекушкина

You say you don't want me, you call me good for nothing, straight to my face. You say you don't need me, you call me good for nothing, a waste of space. I want the world, came in and all of me, I'm sick of feeling so fucking holy. I’m getting up, I guess I'm better off alone. Don’t fret, I don’t ever want to see you again. It’ll happen again, I’ll watch it happen over and over again.