I Built You Up.

I can just as easily break you down.

You've been bitten by the Popularity Bug. No need to worry, it won't last long. It's like a hyper blue-bottle on my window ledge; it'll die eventually but I want it to have some sort of fun. You're a creation, my creation. I made you.

Cafeteria tables are alot more complicated that you think, you just haven't got the hang of it yet. One night with the Popular Kids has changed you, now you're at their table alot of the time. Your old table will forget about you if you don't go back. They were good to you, accepted you even though you are a mantal wreck. Those Popular Ones are only speaking to you because you're a house to stay at when they get drunk.

Where was I when you were making mistakes, being disowned by your 'friends'? Right fucking here. Every step of the way, I have been here. New school, I helped, you came here and I made sure you knew where to go. I made sure you weren't alone. I made you.

They will toss you away when they realise what you're like. Darling, the novelty of you wares off after the first week. You know I'm one to keep, forever taking you back. They don't know you like I do. They haven't put up with you like I have, they'll realise that you're hard work, and they don't do the work. The kids that think they're cool, drinking at the weekend but still getting straight A's. Come back to us and come back to earth.