You're a pumice stone, she's a pile of gray soil.
You only wanted all of us to be okay
For everything to be okay
She wanted us dead.
Yet she calls you a friend.
You look at her as only as a pencil drawing,
just not as *****.
Not enough do.
She's nothing.
She's got a face full of makeup, a mouth layered with fat, and a mind full of ****.

But you're better than that
You don't deserve her
You're better than her.