Voices all around me, Block them out. Angry and frustrated this is not how I want to be, These people are so stupid they make me go crazy. Yea so maybe I am a so called prep. I'm happy not to be carrying your bad rep. I ask you, who will really make it in the long run? I will be doing something with my life while you're out having fun. Yea that’s right I was named student of the week, Laugh all you want, call me a geek. You really think that effects me? You're even dumber than I thought you could be. I've got more friends than anyone could ever need, And I get by fine without doing pot or smoking weed. So call me a bitch as much as you want, but I know the truth, You take your anger out on me cause you're just another troubled youth.Birth sign: Pisces
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