Make me a barbie and fuck me up
I know I'm not precious I know I'm not smart Basically I know I'm not perfect But I've tried I hope you know I can't see it I can't hear it and I can't taste it But I can feel it And I hope you know Bitter-sweet thoughts Black and red feelings I don't fit into their jeans I don't like their trendy clothes I'm trying to be me And I seem to be failing I will never drift there I will never die like them I will only dream dreams about lemon-lime popsicles on hot summer days I wish everyday weren't such a nightmare Somehow someone found me and I'm thankful but I have yet to be indulged into myself You look the same you walk the same you smell the same you talk the same and they drool over you you lifeless rag you make me sick and I can't help but feel the way I do about you, yourself and you So find someone there are plenty of them they're sick and disgusting and they want to fuck you who cares though you have a guy you're skinny enough you're hair's straight enough so show him off make them feel bad you're such and asshole Don't look at me don't talk to me and don't like me Because I fucking hate you. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 12:02 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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