The angriest girl in the world
Blew up a home because she didn’t have one of her own
Forgot to say sorry because no one ever said it to her
Of course it wasn’t on purpose, nothing ever was
But I won’t make excuses for myself anymore
She walked into the room like it was a runway, everything was for show
She folded a corner on the page of the book you were reading
You’re still ****** about the mark that that she left
And what about what she did to your body?
Worshipped it
Put it on a pedestal, along with your mind
Made you believe that she thought that you were magic
Then she left
She left things, she left scars, she disappeared
You fell off the pedestal only to be met with a wall that she built between you
The angriest girl in the world
She’s not even a girl anymore but try telling that to the wound
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
The angriest girl in the world
Blew up a home because she didn’t have one of her own
Forgot to say sorry because no one ever said it to her
Of course it wasn’t on purpose, nothing ever was
But I won’t make excuses for myself anymore
She walked into the room like it was a runway, everything was for show
She folded a corner on the page of the book you were reading
You’re still ****** about the mark that that she left
And what about what she did to your body?
Worshipped it
Put it on a pedestal, along with your mind
Made you believe that she thought that you were magic
Then she left
She left things, she left scars, she disappeared
You fell off the pedestal only to be met with a wall that she built between you
The angriest girl in the world
She’s not even a girl anymore but try telling that to the wound
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