16 February 2013
Bit of a rant.
Okay, I get the picture, You're small but you want big, You want a crown all of your own, But can't be arsed to dig.
You'd rather have them do it, Why get yourself a mess? Cause that is all that friends are for, Why give yourself the stress?
Well, listen up, my 'darling', There are these things called 'friends', They're constant and reliable, Not in and out like trends.
I know you might not get it, You're a bags-and-make-up girl, But try to tone the bitchy down? I dare you, give it a whirl.
Lighten up on the foundation, Don't hide behind slut clothes, Have proper friends not minions who You keep to special oaths.
It's just a bit of nice advice, Well, not nice, but true, Cause turn around, bitch one last time, And you and I are through.
Bitch. • Opuss № I