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Superficial


All these girls are so superficial

Everything they do is artificial

They like dancing all night long, taking hits from a bong, never knowing what is wrong

They like to drink until they can’t see, but then they ask what’s wrong with me

So tired of this scene, fragile like a figurine

I feel so outta place, tired of putting on this face

Just wanna sit back, relax without putting on all these acts

Stumbling down the street, sending out another tweet

Saying if you want me pick me up, I’m the girl wearing too much makeup

Laughing with their drunk friends, talking shit about their boyfriends

Everyone's casting them the evil eye, letting them pass on by

Nobody even cares about their backalley affairs

Screaming at the top their lungs, wish they’d bite off their tongues

It’s too early in the morning for me to be nice, so let me give you some advice

Go running home, don’t answer your phone

Keep walking fast, cause no cares about your past

You're not as hot as you think, darling you’re on the brink

Get it together, life ain’t always a good time

There’s more to living than just the nighttime

So don’t drink for awhile and maybe then you can stop throwing up bile

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<p>I was excited while reading this! Wow!&nbsp;</p>

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