As I get older I notice more people are fake And not just fake, as in, they wear masks to disguise the real them They're just damn what-the-hell-is-going-on fake You got the cheerleaders who go prancing around acting stupid As if there wasn't any brain cell in their head (Although I really think that they don't Either that or the neurons have stopped firing) You got the preppys just going around acting as though they are the shit and tough as glass When they're really just pussys looking for ass Yet they know they never will get some Atleast not now Then you got your best friend who is totally envious of you Who makes it their point to talk to everyone that you do Work where you work Wear what you wear And just about copies everything you do like they were some copy machine Ready to turn into a little Mini-Me of ya Hell she even takes your throw away boyfriends What I want to know is Why can't you all be yourselves No copying No faking yourselves to be all cool and shit when you really aren't Just be you Not some fake Looking to take someone else's life.Birth sign: Scorpio
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