You Can Pretend All You Want Little Girl
The girl; she cries when ever I'm around, She shlumps her fat head upon the ground, And releases pathetically fake tears from those lying eyes. She walks around bitching and crossing her arms, As if she should own the world, And until she does she will cry. She mopes around like it's the end of the world, And seldom does she ever smile, But I know inside she's smiling every second. She thinks she has everyone fooled with those fake tears and pathetic frown. I'm not fooled, Not anymore, And I haven't been for a long time. She may think she's special and deserves all the attention but more important people do... She has everything she needs and everything she wants, Except the world... But that is something she will never have. So the little girl can go cry in her room all she wants. She can pretend to be sad, And not answer her calls. She can shlump her head or even go into a coma for all I care. She doesn't even exist to me... Not like this. The person I know died... A long time ago. I hope it was painful. Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 10:55 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"The girl; she cries when ever I'm around,..."