I got one thing to declare,

And I’ll try to be fair.

You can be a real bitch,

And with you being such it not in my niche.

You think I’m a psycho freak,

Hey I may be unique.

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t care.

Do you think I gave a fuck what you wear?

You said you wished we stayed friends,

And I said I don’t know about that in my pens.

This is why,

Because in the end,

People happen to tend,

To have harsh feelings,

Toward people that were once kneeling.

Some are left reeling,

No longer able to hold kind feelings.

This has happened,

Leaving me to think of Eminem’s rapping,

I tour all your pictures off my wall,

And that will be the last I saw,

Of them.

Don’t make me go into a hymn,

Or have to call and tell him,

And tell him about –him-,

Because I have been known to do such on a whim,

I know I can touch rim,

But now you have touched bottom,

All you have to be is nice and we could have been friends,

But you let this happen.

So when I pass you in the hall and don’t speak,

Remember I am no longer hi meek,

Little fucking geek,

And no longer do my knees go weak,

When I see you’re unique,

Face and for goodness sake,

It now gives some feeling of disgust.

That I could actually give you some trust,

What a woos,

What a puss.

I blame it on the rust,

Of such easy allowance for trust.

Now I must,

Move on don’t look back at your skinny ass,

Nice guys may finish last,

Well that is fine with me,

Just as long as you are behind me.

I hope you had a nice tee he he,

About me,

Hope you find this funny,

Especially how long it runs,

Hopefully it as long as it comes,

Well I will stop babbling,

And stop rambling,

Cause I spent to much time on someone,

Without an ass,

Who has way too much sass.

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