WHO THE FUCK AM I????
Who the fuck am I, you asked.
I think the real question is who the fuck are you?
What makes you think you have the right to judge me.
Who gave you the option of changing who I am.
How can you predict my future, So once again you
ask, Who the fuck am I?..
I am your worst nightmare you've ever had
I am the one that should have never trusted your ass.
I can be the sweetest person in the world,
or the biggest BITCH you ever heard of.
I have a bright future a head of me ,
and my smile leaves a mystery.
The next time you ask who the fuck am I,
remember to look in the mirror because I am you.
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