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CrimsonCross
Guest
The next day
Lay idle and Dead.
My looks are deceiving.
So the little girls continue to stare.
Hey, I am a living nightmare.
No friends, No conversations.
I am smart.
But its what's on the outside that counts right?
Wrong you say, you hypocritical bastard.
Wrong because it “sounds†right.
But actions are more than words you pig.
You avoid me, and feel sorry for me.
You push me physically,
and murder me emotionally.
But, i've got a friend.
A friend who could care less,
if I am too short to play,
or too small to play,
or too young looking to talk.
Fuck you all.
Yes,
I've got a friend.
Or, I wish I did.
Lay idle and Dead.
My looks are deceiving.
So the little girls continue to stare.
Hey, I am a living nightmare.
No friends, No conversations.
I am smart.
But its what's on the outside that counts right?
Wrong you say, you hypocritical bastard.
Wrong because it “sounds†right.
But actions are more than words you pig.
You avoid me, and feel sorry for me.
You push me physically,
and murder me emotionally.
But, i've got a friend.
A friend who could care less,
if I am too short to play,
or too small to play,
or too young looking to talk.
Fuck you all.
Yes,
I've got a friend.
Or, I wish I did.