aliens...

tomorrow they'll attack...
come under the guise of friendship and love and destroy my world.
they'll scrutinize and say they care,
they'll pick me apart and stare.
they'll criticize and mock
they'll laugh and take stock.
and then they'll say i'm sorry,
i didn't mean to make you cry,
and i'll say, whatever,
what doesn't kill me, makes me want to die.
and they'll shrug and sigh,
and i'll make a face and deny
and then we'll all pretend to be fine
and then they'll leave and i'll start to reclaim what's mine.