She never walks alone
she always has a thing to say,
picking out all imperfecions,
thinking that i really cant see them already,
Just stop acting pretty, flicking your hair, strutting along hallways.
Each person thinks different of her.
some think she's nice,
some think she has lice,
some think shes just a average school girl,
some think she's bitch
that leaves you in the ditch,
treats you like sticks,
but she doesn't know shit
but talks to me like i'm six.
She has 'two faces'
and that pisses me off.
because people won't understand my grudge against her.
'People aren't always what their caught up to be.'
