when taylor swift said “and the only way back to my dignity was to turn into a shrouded mystery” and when she said “but if he’s a ghost then i can be a phantom” and when she said “nobody physically saw me for a year” and when she said “i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost” and when she said “you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you but what a ghostly scene” and when she said “help i’m still at the restaurant, still sitting in a corner i haunt” and when she said “when she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness” and when she said “i knew you’d haunt all of my ‘what-ifs’” and when she said “i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted”
when pretty isn’t pretty enough what do you do? and everybody’s keeping it up so you think it’s you i could change up my body and change up my face i could try every lipstick in every shade but i’d always feel the same cause pretty isn’t pretty enough cause comparison is killing me slowly i think i think too much bout kids who don’t know me i’m so sick of myself i’d rather be anyone, my jealousy, started following me started following me
