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EW


Awkward eye contact is what it is

sometimes I wonder why?

Is it that hard to look away?

Because your face really burns my eyes.

Have you ever heard of makeup?

'Cause girl you are pretty ugly.

But every time I hear your name,

I puke more than a little inside.

Your presence makes me angry,

it gets me all heated up.

Why do you think you run the school?

When it's clear you're a stuck up wh*re.

I also think you need a mirror

because you're full of lies.

You're not even pretty to begin with

so why do you even try?

I can't help but be so mean,

you put it all on yourself.

Personally, I think you're on morphine

that's why you always have the need to scream.

Now, now, it's time to go,

I'll see ya in another dream

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