What happened in your life
To fill you with such hate
Why do you have to ruin
Things that could be great
Whenever you open your mouth
One of two things comes out
Stories of how great you are
Or words that create self doubt
You stab people in the back
And you make them feel like crud
And those are just the people
That you can call your 'bud'
It really baffles me to think
That people like you exist
But what shocks me even more
Is how it constantly persists
No matter what you do or say
You're welcomed with open arms
Its as if you've got everyone
Under several of your charms
Why are you so rude and mean
And how come no one else sees
The horribly, ugly true colors.
Of this person they're trying to please
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
What happened in your life
To fill you with such hate
Why do you have to ruin
Things that could be great
Whenever you open your mouth
One of two things comes out
Stories of how great you are
Or words that create self doubt
You stab people in the back
And you make them feel like crud
And those are just the people
That you can call your 'bud'
It really baffles me to think
That people like you exist
But what shocks me even more
Is how it constantly persists
No matter what you do or say
You're welcomed with open arms
Its as if you've got everyone
Under several of your charms
Why are you so rude and mean
And how come no one else sees
The horribly, ugly true colors.
Of this person they're trying to please
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