12 May 2012
You criticise my hair,
Talk behind my back,
Point out all my flaws,
And everything I lack.
You stab me with your eyes,
Every single day,
And then you smile
-sickly sweet-
And beg for me to stay.
You leave me out when talking,
And laugh at my mistakes,
Well, let me tell you, pal,
I've got just what it takes...
To be a person, not a sheep,
To turn the other shoulder,
And actually, I don't care:
When your gaze gets colder.
I've seen it all before, pal,
And I don't give a damn,
Actually, I pity you:
You're popularity's all a sham.
Hey You, Yeah You. • Opuss № I