Wreck

Trash, loser, nerd, slut.

Yeah girl! Call me whatever you’d like,

At least I’m not like you.

At least I’m no wreck.

. . .

You think you’re every boys dream.

Think you’re all that,

Think I care about you’re way of life.

Wreck, yeah.

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If you think I love you,

Think I admire your way.

Think I want your life?

Take a fucking look at yourself!

. . .

Is copying everybody else,

Individuality?

Are you the coolest at the school,

When the fifteen other popular ones,

Are the only ones who don’t hate you?

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You’re the best in your world,

The loser in mine.

When I see your fucking

covered-up-with-makeup-doll face,

I just get annoyed.

. . .

Get a life, get friends you can trust.

Dress in what you like,

not what the others wear.

Wreck.

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You’re a trash,

’Cause you undress for whoever.

A loser,

‘Cause you have no personality.

A nerd,

Your only worries are what to wear.

A slut,

Every time you turn your back at yourself.

Just a fucking wreck.