My own way
In high school everybody wants to be cool
well guess what, I'm not a tool.
i don't care what people say,
i do things my own way.
i shop at the thrift store,
so what if my clothes are a bore?
and I may not be like stupid jocks,
who walk around in sweaty socks,
im not a cheerleader,
but a fast reader.
so tell me what you want,
that im "like that uncool aunt"
just know that tomorrow,
youll hang your head in sorrow.
ill be your boss someday,
Cause I do things my own way.
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