Odd how certain people hold this image
Of how they want to see me
Having all these different characteristics
Trying to meet the expectations of you
Certain phrases continually beat my mind
I can be such a bitch at times or
Why do all these manwhores hate me? and sometimes
I'm not ever good enough so it doesn't matter
And I try so hard to be the perfect person
Even more so to be the best girl
To have every guy want to be my friend
And yet I feel like I've failed
As if I already had my chance but
It seems I've lost it all, never to gain it again
But I hold my head high
For tomorrows sun seems brighter than today
I don't need this personal shit anyway |
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