Yeah, I bet life's hard
With your pretty made up eyes and
Your stupid Sunday shoes.
Boys and clothes and cars
I bet you never had to wash a dish in your life,
I'd like to vomit when you smile
That flirty smile
And deck you when you think you know all the
Answers in class.
Oh, because I know you don't.
You think you're pretty when you're
I'd like to shake you until you
Stop thinking that life's your little
Dream and that you're a princess.
So shut up.
Don't make me throw this book at you.
Bitch, will you stop talking for
ONE FUCKING MINUTE
You voice is burrowing into my mind.
God, you're such a dizt.
And that laughter.
I hate being the same species as you.
Hate hate hate.
Why must you wear pink
And act like I owe you something?
You're going to end up dead
In a bathtub at some frat party
..We can only hope..
I'm tired of this.
I hope you get stretch marks,
For BeeBee, because I know you're tired of them too.
I don't really like this one. Eh, it makes me laugh and that's all that matters.