Says the wounded child that has taken up permanent residence in my soul
Pick me pick me
My eyes beg every man I encounter
Pick me pick me
My self-worth is so low that bread crumbs is all I have valued myself at
Just please, pick me
Says the wounded child that has taken up permanent residence in my soul
Pick me pick me
My eyes beg every man I encounter
Pick me pick me
My self-worth is so low that bread crumbs is all I have valued myself at
Just please, pick me