Ugh, don’t you just
hate it?
You’re looking for a
place to sit
The plastic, mean
girls are looking
Watching what kinda
style you’re cooking
Those shady mean
boys, I mean girls
Whispering about you
clutching their pearls
They invite you over;
you sit down getting a hug
You think they are
your friends all snug
Then, wait a second,
your back feels weird
All of your trust
issues are smeared
You touch your back,
now a wound
Blood is dripping,
now you’re doomed
Those bloody
backstabbers
Those greedy
moneygrabbers
Now get revenge, kiss
them on the cheek
You’re wounds will
heal but their lives will be bleak
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