high to low
was the 'queen b'
the others were just wannabees,
but they got what they wanted,
me to fall,
me to crawl,
now a nobody,
now a loner,
but i would never want to be a clone of her,
never look on with envy,
i'd prefer just to be me,
she'll realise soon,
that she's only destined for doom,
what a cunt.
by
StillHopingposted on 03/25/2008
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