Remember the time you joked about my insecurities?
It's the ick I get when everyone starts finding it cool and settles up for this mockery
You're such a pick-me, hope nobody picks you up
Just a dog settling up for leftovers
A narcissist, on the sight of his own reflection in the mirror, gets hard
Embarrassing, I could never with that ugly face card
I watch you putting out those baits
Watch him wag his tail
You take the limelight, I have my pretty privilege
Thinking of it as a win
I stopped Haadiya to not start a hate spree
Your existence is just peak clownery
While I prefer to look at it as a complete mockery
Consoled you over the fact that you got caught
For smoking and then cribbing in the parking lot
Do you think I really care?
I did, I did, I did
It isn't about sympathy
It's more about getting emotionally tardy
How can I even root for you and your "friend" who has the sex appeal of a malnourished Mahatma Gandhi
Then you start giving me lessons of "matriarchy"
On that, you know internalized misandry isn't feminism
It's just weirder than you exchanging pants with him
I watch you putting out those baits
Watch him wag his tail,
You take the limelight, I have my pretty privilege
Taking it as a win?
Chahna encouraged me to pull an act of revenge,
It'll be better for my own story
Your existence is just peak clownery
While I prefer to look at it as a complete mockery
I will not cuss you out
I will not keep it dirty
Just the fact that when you're a school pass-out
You'll be around twenty
Embarrassing how you're beefing with kids
They just know if better, they're not naive
To get moral policed by a man-child
Pick me, pick me
You're just a pick-me
I'll not cuss you out
Will keep it PG thirteen
Your existence is just peak clownery
While I prefer to look at it as a complete mockery
Pick-me , pick-me
I sound so pick-me
It's just so disgusting
You're not even worth mentioning
A stupid, idiotic loser
A boring, pretentious boomer
Your existence is just peak clownery
While I look at it, look at it as a complete mockery
written by vikshar varma (25/7/23)
co-written by ayesha asna kidwai
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