Small town homecoming queen
She's the star on the scene
There's no way to deny she's lovely
Perfect skin,
Perfect hair,
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that she ugly
Maybe I'm just jealous
I can't help but to hate her
Secretly I wonder
If my boyfriend wants
To date her
But, then again
She is the prom queen
I'm in the marching band
she is the cheerleader
I'm sitting in the stands
She gets everything
I have to work for it
She get the top bunk
While I'm sleeping on the floor
I don't even know if she know what hardship is
And I even believe that fate
Is also in love with her
Not with me because it has dealt me that losing hand
But I guess that is what life is
Your not always going to get everything
Unless your on the top
And not on the bottom
But you still move on
About the Creator
S. Wolverine
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