Why, Oh Why, Oh Why?
Delusionally, You Think Too Much Of Yourself
You think you're the freshest peach picked from the tree
but low hanging, my dear, doesn't count
There may be things I don't like about me
but you're rottener inside than out
You claim to be loving, and trying your best
but from here all that's seen is a fraud
You may be younger, but come on, give it a rest
sell that story when you talk to god
I don't want what you have, you can keep all that drama
it's over, let's call it a wash
I'll hold my tongue; you stay lost in nirvana
better luck next time dating your boss
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
Just let your feelings known in any situation.
Ooooh, that ending lands like a punch. Excellent work.
Mic drop! Hahahahahahaha that last line!
"You claim to be loving, and trying your best" Lovely.