I feel like a barbie doll, I feel like when you talk to me it's just a wall,
like,
"Hey, y'all, this fall, gonna get a little cold here, that's all.''
Like I've been stripped of all my indevision and
It's all just everyone elses opinion, of which devision– should I be spinnin– skipping bio or learning 'bout electric eels, because it all just feels like everything's running on three wheels. About be touched
by a rush of something potnent --aahh–
Babe, is that you or the ointment?
But anyway, gotta catcha bus, I can't be sittin
my *ss in class late again with
no pass
for the sixth time
this month.
