Even as a moody, poetically doomed teenager, I recognised this as a level of self-pity to which even I could not throw myself without being rather ashamed.
Weren't girls terrible when you were a teenager. All they did was wander around emotionally disembowelling (or in this case, wrist- and throat-slitting) innocent young men. So cruel.
I don't think I could sing this now without laughing.
Even as a moody, poetically doomed teenager, I recognised this as a level of self-pity to which even I could not throw myself without being rather ashamed.
Weren't girls terrible when you were a teenager. All they did was wander around emotionally disembowelling (or in this case, wrist- and throat-slitting) innocent young men. So cruel.
I don't think I could sing this now without laughing.