Back To Wearing Leather

I don't mean anything to you
so now baby we're through
I'm back
to wearing black
stilettos are on my feet
looking for hot guys to meet
looking forward to school
maybe then I'll find myself a stupid fool
red tights
black leather that glimmers even in the dimmest of lights
hair falling over my pale shoulder, a gold chain wrapped around my neck
he doesn't want me so what the heck?
maybe I am stupid
but there's has to be a way to get this guy out of my head
maybe if I find someone new
instead of me he'll be the one feeling blue
drawing a broken heart in the corner of my eye
make it so that it looks perfect before I fly
my skin is now my canvas, drawing with eyeliner
maybe I will find a guy who's kinder
I want to be number one
with being number two I am done
next time he sees black
I hope it brings memories of me back