**** yourself, you're ugly"; it's just another day of high school.
"This place would be much better without you, so just disappear".
It's nothing but a playground where the popular kids rule.
So what do you say? Let's pack our bags and get out of here.
With my lips softly pressed against yours, ignoring your father
as your eyes lock on mine, glistening and speckled with blue
hinting at the possibilities of more than this place can offer
so let's just drive, and leave this small town in the rearview.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
**** yourself, you're ugly"; it's just another day of high school.
"This place would be much better without you, so just disappear".
It's nothing but a playground where the popular kids rule.
So what do you say? Let's pack our bags and get out of here.
With my lips softly pressed against yours, ignoring your father
as your eyes lock on mine, glistening and speckled with blue
hinting at the possibilities of more than this place can offer
so let's just drive, and leave this small town in the rearview.
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