I follow her for a bit, not sure what to do. We get to the party and I grab a drink, leaning against the wall and allowing her to do as she wants without me tagging along like a lost puppy.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
One of the boys come over to us and winks at me, "Look, boys," He chuckles, nudging his groupies, "The bri'ish girl is here."
Did they just mock my accent?
I compose myself and ignore them, glancing away. They laugh a little before walking away and I glance back at them, leaning against a wall while taking a sip of my drink.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I watch, silently sipping my drink, and thank god I was born without that trait. Sighing, I glance around and wonder what exactly I was thinking when deciding to come here...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside