POPULAR:
How sweet it is to be popular
You have friends
You can be liked by so many boys
Your pretty
And everyone follows you
How sweet is it to know your cool
To be loved
To get bad grades
To wear makeup
To bully
UNPOPULAR:
How I feel the pain inside
To know I don't have so many friends
Wish to be the popular one
Wish to have the boy you like in your arms
But he's with the popular one
To feel left out
To be bullied
To be lonely
Well, when you meet a new friend
But the popular one takes her away
But that friend still want to be your friend
no matter what
when they say 'your with the outkast'
And she moves to the popular side
How sweet is it....
To know your actually loved...
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