They All Think They'Re Awesome.
From what I am, i have become, or what i vaugely think.
so sing my song to play along with the team who thinks i stink.
i cant become, not even more, than what i have today.
to see my grades, to write a song, my self-esteem is gay.
i think too shallow i think too deep, and, for reasons i dont know.
i seem use my intelligence to stay out of the flow.
all the emos with swoopy hitler hair,
and i see the preppy girlies, not eating, because they dont care?
straight hair is the sexyest, writing on your arms.
make sure we know you have friends, or we will raise alarm!
gay is this gay is that, f---ing this and f---ing that!
oh em gee, oh aybayaby, it all makes me want to hack.
myspace me, no text me b-tch! i dont want to hear your voice!
i met this guy online, and being safe was not my choice.
i hate to face the fact, that we're really all the same.
and our stylish tactics and der-der humor is actually kind of lame.
i dont want applause, i dont want to lecture.
im just sick of dealing with all the gosh darn pressure!
i hate trying to be different in a individuality shunting world.
i hate trying to make friends with all these indistinguishable girls.
they all insist their different, "oh i swear i know im unique!"
well from lookin at ya honey, id say get a new technique.
comforming assholes.
Copyright © Claire Brunow | Year Posted 2007
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