The Way We Talk.

She's fresh to death,
She'll be the death of you,
Seduction leads to destruction.
She's fresh to death,
She'll be the death of me,
She's fresh; she's fresh,
but not so clean.

Cute face slim waist,
She's got 'em in a craze,
Yeah I think he's going crazy.
When she speaks it makes me grind my teeth,
Yet he still thinks she's amazing.
And she's been playing games
Ever since '98
Shallow is as shallow does, yeah
Some people never change.

And she's so fine
She thinks she's so damn fine.
She might be fine,
But she ain't worth a second of your time.

You're as fake as the moans you make.
You're as weak as the hearts you break.
You're as fake as the moans you make,
So just give us, give us a little break.
Come on and give me a break.

Sex sells,
And your sex cells make all the lost boys drool.
Cause you're a dime,
But they'll have to wait in line,
Until one of them makes it two of you.
Cute face slim waist,
You still got 'em in a craze,
Yeah I think I'm going crazy.
I have a long list of things to say,
But I'll leave it at,
You amaze me.

Today as I sat in class writing out song lyrics to numb boredom, I realized that this girl exists. This girl is more than just lyrics on a page or the music of The Maine; she is epitomized in the very beings and souls of that one girl we all know and secretly (or not so secretly) hate. She is out there, breathing the same air and making the same friends. Like all the same girls of her kind, this leading lady has a carefree attitude and spirit to match. Carefree- so often a word carrying a positive connotation of a generally enjoyable, lighthearted person. In her case, however, she is quite literally free of care. Not only does she have that lovable, whimsical edge, but she is also equipped with a selfish mentality. This girl could care less in the end about the havoc she wreaks.

Carefree and careless, she is a deadly combination of everything that is sweet and everything that is intoxicating. I've seen men and boys go out of their way to walk in her footprints left in the snow, just to have her turn around and hurl words as carelessly as a child's snowball fight. Oh, but our girl is far from your average popularity-hungry leading bitch. They're nothing next to her; they're too outright and brutally honest in nature. She's sly and conniving, but you'd never know until her outstretched foot leads to your face plant. Instead, she volunteers at soup kitchens and opens doors for the elderly. Nearly age eighteen, barely adult, but I am no senior citizen- her door closes in my face.

All the while, she is plotting her next scheme with a smile on her face. If she's good, it's subconscious; she cooks with venom as if it were syrup. Once she's in too deep, in for life, this girl showers hurt as she goes through her day. No longer an effort required, all around are done for. Future best friends and hopelessly devoted lovers beware. She'll reduce you to less than human before you see the warning signs.

Peer regard, well, hers is as deep as its surface. She tears the hearts of hopeless boys to shreds and goes about life like her dagger wasn't the one that left the scars. Who gave her the right to go around happy-go-lucky while her victims bleed out? But she's always enabled. She wouldn't dream of being a self-proclaimed attention whore, no, that would mean she failed. Attention falls at her feet as willingly as the same lost boys fall to her whims. Hooked without hope of coming up for air, they settle for drowning in her blessing-disguised curses. You poor boy. You'll be too busy drooling to be ashamed enough to admit everyone's staring. All of us watching can only hope that you break her hypnotic spell. But you're no superhuman, and she's so strong. You'll be righting as long as you're in her clutches, and you better believe that the odds are dramatically not in your favor.

Don't cry, hopelessly addicted boy, your baby girl isn't only hurting you. Fun fact about our number one lady: she can never keep a best friend. This girl is the type that sets a relationship on fire in a beautiful way just to torch its foundation when her attention span looses focus. Her friendships don't usually end with the rumors and bitter feuds of your average high school girl, however. Ex best friends become just friends, and in most cases bad vibes don't cause a fuss. She's so good, good enough to have drifting away down to a fine art. Her ambiguous, open-ended nature makes her impossible to fully understand, so no one can have the pleasure of securing a place in her life. This is her defense. She wants to be intriguing; it draws her victims in. That same characteristic that hooked them will fray the edges of their friendship with her, ultimately unraveling to nothing worth buying anywhere but a flea market.

Oh but you'll envy her. She'll have no trouble finding someone to spend weekends with while you sit at home companionless. She doesn't long for a deep connection, only a sidekick. Anyone else would be marked, mentally noted as that one person who uses other people. But this is again why baby girl's a pro. In ways I cannot understand, she's made it possible to use and throw away, while still appearing to be the world's leading environmentalist. We justify what she does as recycling and going green with our backs turned to her backyard landfill.

With her serial nature, so many will be caught up in her charm. It's a shame to watch innocence jaded against its owners knowledge, yet she doesn't spare a passing thought. She overestimates their free will, but they are captive. It's only her unsilenceable "What's next?"s that free her slaves. Some will pine for her rule over them when she's gone. It's the nature of her spell- they're broken to unbreakable and completely masochistic. Like kidnapped children, their captor's lines are impossible to call lies. Years of therapy from patient new friends is their only hope to a full recovery.

Sometimes I wonder if she has a heart. Does she go to sleep at night and feel remorse at all the innocent bystanders she's dragged to the scene of the crash? They've all seen the battered aftermath, and their minds will never be the same. Yet she is still seemingly untouched. Life is beautiful and her mind still bears a childlike innocence she just can't bear to weigh down with guilt. I don't think she'll ever change. Will one of her former minions rise up and call her out? A select few are onto her games, but most of them have never been charmed by her. This song sings her story and brave mouths resist her. But she's winning the battle she hardly has to fight.

I see her for who she is. I have no doubts that she has blinded me in some of her forms, but I am not fooled. Hiding behind rosy cheeks and words of peace and love, she's up to no good. Everybody's best friend is my worst nightmare. She is the double meaning behind heroin(e). You are addicted but you think she saved you. Little do you know that in reality, being free of her is all that will save you.

You out there blushing, don't be ashamed. She is in everyone's life, and you're not her only victim. You weren't her first, and there will be a next. No, she's not sorry, and it's 99% likely she never will be. Feeling sorry for yourself won't help. The best you can do is leave her to memory. Someone like her will bring nothing but confusion and heartache, and your hurting won't be reciprocated. So drag your body out of the streets and let a passerby tend to your wounds. Chances are they'll know you need more than the decorated Band-Aids your girl, your weakness, always used to patch you up. You're not defeated, and you don't need revenge. She won't learn; she doesn't regard you as teacher.

Focus instead on new life free of baby girl. You deserve more than her and she knows that. She'll try to reel you back in when she sees you are finally healing from her hurt. Have the strength to resist. If you've fallen back in, it's not too late to stop falling. Break a cycle; save your livelihood. You aren't hers to use. In the end, you won't be special to her, because she'll find someone else to play with. It hurts, but it's better to admit weakness than to remain weak.

Your heart isn't weak but that doesn't make her strong. She's fresh to death comes first, but don't forget that last line: she's not so clean. Making you go crazy isn't a positive trait, and as amazing as she is, she'll always be as fake as the moan she makes. Girl, please, give us a little break. We're done with you and your addictive ways.

But yet, some of us will still be poisoned. Consider yourself warned.