I control who even steps into that car.
Where she goes. What she does.
I control that.
Well,
I could.
I have that power.
So just be ******* thankful I'm letting her
Give you a ride home.
Don't ******* whine about having to go
My locker first,
Or her wanting to walk me out to my bus.
That's her job.
She is my GIRLFRIEND.
And you're supposed to be my best friend.
All you ever want to do is drink
Or smoke
Or sneak out
Or have *** (with a guy)
Spending the night at my house
Doing nothing but watching tv
Eating our faces out
And talking till 3am
Doesn't suffice anymore.
And I can't figure out why.
I've been there, I've done the whole party scene.
I've gone out,
Got drunk as ****,
Faded as hell,
Had *** for three hours.
Done every bad thing without it being too bad.
It's fun, for awhile.
I just don't see the pull anymore.
And all you see now,
IS that pull.
That's all ÿöü want to do.
You even drink alone.
You're only 16
For chrissakes,
Slow down.
See your youth.
See your potential.
Little miss
"I might have chlamydia/be preg"
Get your head on right.