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The beautiful disaster


Most people only see the fun me 

The girl that’s always free 

The girl that’s down to party 

Not the one who came from poverty 

 

The fun me is just manic me 

I wish people would finally see 

I can light up a room 

Or fill it with doom 

 

Always down for another shot

Will dance on the spot

Always down to smoke 

Even when im about to choke 

 

I show off my body 

Even when I don’t feel like a hottie 

Guys like me because im easy 

Then they leave me 

 

They see me smile on the snap chat 

But when I get emotional im a brat 

Bipolar 1 disorder 

That could lead to my murder 

 

But none one ever takes the time to see 

The real me 

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