for every girl with a broken heart, there's a boy with a glue gun.
if that were true,
I don't think life would be the way it is right now.
you glide by,
little miss perfect.
yep, everything is okay for you,
nothing ever goes wrong,
you're always right,
you told me yourself.
so why don't you shut the hell up,
and stop complaining?
you attention seeking bitch.
because right now?
I can't even call you my friend,
and life's a bit like,
once upon a time, the end.
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