I mean nicein the most sarcastic way'Cause I disagreewith everything you have to say.
They said that life is what you make it to my sarcastic statement, but tell me, when in the hell did I make it this way?
Wrote endless poems for someone who didn't even know I existed.
I arrived I triedI criedrepeat
'Be Concise,'She said,So that's what I did.Does it get more concise than this?
Lights out, music onLadies, time to dress classyAnd dance like a slut.
I'm the teenage girl,Restless, with an attitude,Living just to die.
Sunshine and rainbows and all that stuff..
are we still allowed to write about whatever we Want?