From when we met I liked you but soon I will learn your true plan

I was sweet and nice got you stuff as a surprise

They told me you had someone else while you had me

For when I asked was it true you would tell me not to worry that they were only jelouse

I had been hurt from that night you asked me to home coming and you showed up will all your ex's who took control of the night but you where to fair gone to remember who I was

I took you back cause I felt bad but that is when I learned you plan

You called me ugly, slutty, stupid in every text you sent me, told me you would rather die then to date me, then you killed me saying you were only using me

todays day and age its all about the popularity and what you have
but why so you can fit in what so important about fitting in

from when we were little we where little we were told to be are selfs, not to be someone whos fake

so why is it that you have to be fake something your not to be popular
how i see it the people who stays who they are and never changes for anyone exsept for them self should be popular

they want look down one someone for doing the right thing, well i look up to that person

for they will go far in live and have a real life know what the real world is like
but for a person who is fake will get torn apart in the real world and they'll look back a see maybe they should have been them selfs and not fake

Without trust there is no relationship
Trust is something every one needs

Just think if you trust and let them have there freedom the 2 times will happen

They show you they are loyol
Or
They hang them self with the trust you gave

356 day a year
We look forward to the summer because there is no school we get to have fun and lay in the sun oh who I kinding my pale self is sitting around video gaming

Summer is when we get a break from all the hard work and get to be lazy sleep in and stay up all night why cant summer come more often

I do my best not to cry or get hurt but how can you not
In school its like there many purpose is to break you down
You try your best be nice to the one who tare you down and yet they still pick on you
They drane you of every
Maybe just one day I can go a day without being picked on

I may not talk or have friends but that doesn't mean anything

If I talk I may get made fun of and if I'm made fun of I may not get friends

I'm alone and sceard don't know what to do
I live in a dark cruel place

So why talk or have friends

I may be hyper, crazy, naughty, fun, and a lot of other thing but that cause I love being them

I'm not ready to grow up just yet I want to be a kid for how ever long I have left I want to be me