My 'fan club'

You talk about how fucked up I am. You think your the shit. Well you better think again. You sluts arent close to it. You say I am skinny... So what it to you? Im normal size... Not a fat ho like you. You say you dont like me. I dont like you either, if you cant see. I have myself a fan club! So go ahead... talk about me. You talk about how I look, And what I wear. And the funny thing is you think it hurts me... Well guess what... I dont care! We all used to be such "good" friends. You talked behind my back... Saying theres no such thing as a friend that is true... Well I have a lot of true friends... good thing their not you! You guys screwed your sleves over, Getting high everyday, You guys think your pretty... Well you not in anyway. You say you wanna fight me, Then you run away and hide. The next day you do it again... Damn... it must make you feel like shit inside. My life may be fucked up... But not as fucked up as you, I know everything I do... I dont regret it like you. I know your jeleous... Thats ok, I have a boyfriend that loves me in every way, And the one of you that has a boyfriend he just uses you away. You say you have a lot to grab. You only have the boobs, You have them cuz your fat, You have a flat ass... even if that. Keep talking shit, Why cant you just drop it, Got nothing better to do I see... So go ahead and keep talking about me! Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 08:43 AM PST   0 • 10