better
I hate it when we scream,
i hate it when we fight.
You make me feel so stupid,
I know I can never be right.
I am not those others,
the ones who broke you heart.
But you keep telling me to be better,
and it's tearing me apart.
I can't be perfect,
no matter how hard I try.
So because of my imperfections,
All I can do is cry.
Be better,
be pretty.
but they way they treat me,
well, it's pretty shitty!
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prettynpinkposted on 05/23/2007
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