In the lies I hide the truth.
From everyone but you.
I see you in the mirrow.
Can’t help but to stop and stare.
I hate your body and your hair.
I think your ugly.
That wont change.
No matter how you do your hair.
You will allways be ugly.
So go ahead get mad pull your hair.
No one will care.
They think you need attion like air.
So go runaway, its your life.
Not there’s, its the only to make it fair.
Posted by misticpoams on 2008-03-21 14:36:31 | Rating: | Views: 46