They all think your perfict
Little miss go lucky spirit
Who you trying to be
Hate to break it to you but you'll never be she
You tell everyone I cut my arm
You did it to they call that self harm
Everything out of your mouth is a lie
Please don't even try
You really think your that clever
Yeah ok what ever
You think your so strong
Girl we all know your wrong
I do have a heart ingraved on my arm
I also have more of a charm
So what if I'm pretty
Your such a pitty
Shayne did say I love you
Yeah I know he kissed you to
Here's something you forgot a tiny part
He never wanted your damn heart
What I have is mine
Yeah your crush thinks I'm fine
(old poem)
You know your not that smart
In fact your more like a tart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem