
"Your a horrible person!"
"Yeah, you BET that I HATE YOU!"
"Nothing you do is EVER RIGHT!"
"Yeah, you BET that I HATE YOU!"
"Seriously? Like, is that how you think?" They say.
"Yeah, aha, thats just the GAME I PLAY!"
"Like seriously, you were never good enough anyways, you never had everything the way they would say."
You never had everything that you wanted.
You never gave yourself a chance to TRULY want it.
"You, UGH, JUST YOU! You suck SO much!"
"I hope you fall right into the dust and rust.
Just like the old jeep in the lot, I hope you never have ANY good stuff!"
Your just not like them, not thin like them, not cool like them, not smart like them.
The way you style your hair is ugly, the way you dress is just funny.
The way you act is a foul thing to see, the way you talk has always been absurd to see!
Basically I am telling you that everything about you should have, we'll, just never been.
Basically what I'm telling you is that your better
off
dead.
"Get out of my head! Your thoughts are just dead."
Your words should have never meant as much as they did to me; I finally have the eye's to see.
You were a broken, sad vessel, I now see.
The sad thing is, I am you.
I believed these things, AS IF they were true!
We'll.
Maybe it took me this long to know, that each and everyone of us is a broken piece of artwork, handcrafted, especially designed, top-of-the-line, dollar sign.
I guess nobody can rock orange and black hair like me!
And, by the way, noone could EVER pull off "bad" like you, and me.


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