1 August 2012
You're like a crayon, With your fake orange tan,
No friends, You write on your skin with pens,
You take a knife to your wrist and cut deep, Many people think you are a creep,
You're a fake, You take the cake,
With all of your lies, And stupid fake cries,
You're unforgiven!!! Until the end.
Fake. • Opuss № I