Fight this battle, Chump
I look like just another teenage wasteoid
Wishing I could live my days out on an asteroid
Sighing
And crying
Complaining of trying
From another onlooker
I am as worthless as a hooker
And you can stare all you want
Because I'm just a pressure cooker
Waiting to explode
This teenage waste of space
I'll repeat every line you've heard
Feel every feeling
Claim that everything
Is absurd.
Everyone is the same
And I'll judge you for your name
And that you aren't good enough for the things you say
Cause I'm convinced
It won't matter anyway
I leave my lies under my hat
It's hot in the last place you sat
Uncomfortable touches, not for me
I already stopped the disease
But I will multiply just like fleas.
So get used to me.
by
Atwoodposted on 06/16/2008
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