Back in grade school you used to earnestly believe with every fiber of your being everything was a competition.
You used to steal everyone else's girlfriend or boyfriend and family and knock the boots with them.
You used to rub it all in my face when you got what you wanted.
You usually like to hold your body count like clouds of pillows stuffed with cotton balls over my head hoping that maybe I would play into your oatement wicked plan to give into suicide.
Then again I guess that's why I'm not nothing more like whoa, there's no reason to boast and brag.
You came and you're a conquer now.
Plus you love to strip me of my assurance and what little life in confidence I had, by showing me how you were more taller and build beyond my own body mass, and you look down upon me as to say you're superior to a boy like me in any way.
You used piss in all the party juice whenever the class would hold an on campus outdoor event.
You really wanted me to lye down dead for you, because you really like to be cruel, unforgiving and disgusting with a piercing side effect of disrespectful, you saw I already was under the world, but you couldn't care for me because you envy me so.
Now you want to gripe, cry, complain, and moan about being picked on, and now you want me to apologize, but I refuse; I refuse; I refuse!
Whoa!
That's no reason to brag, I really think you should get over it now.
Whoa; you like to put a magnifying glass on me in the direct summer sunlight and watch me burn, like an ant on the scorching concrete plate tectonics underneath our feet, you can't stand to get laughed at but the only way I can sum this up briefly.
The only people that have gone through worse than I, are children of war!
That's how bad you made my life polluted of chemicals so thick you can cut in it with a sword.
Now you want to cry, and complain that I made your whole day bad for giggling at the things you did for just a few microseconds.
Whoa, but you have been really mean to me so.
Whoa, there's really no reason to brag, when I don't get evenly about it now.
Whoa, there's really no reason to brag when you see that I am all alone on the side of the road.
You cannot force me to be with you now that you are over me now.
I think I understand why my father doesn't wanna be bothered by a nobody now, and it's really killing you so!
It's the same reason why I don't want to be with you now.
You'd be angry with me the more if I told you he instructed me not to ever give you any affection in bed.
Whoa; you can't beat me now for pushing you away all the time, especially with the fact that I know you never really cared enough about me.
You say I am low for anything you can and will not have, but so is your breath for all the Georgian peaches you've eaten.
It is never my fault , you need to retire from trying to auto play me . That's not a thing you should do if you're grown up and over it now.
I really like something else so.
Whoa.
I was drenched in annual defeat, and had a dream that darkness would never make me become extinct before my time.
You were foul to me as you fumbled my heart, I had a vision of love, and it was all you turned down to me.
Whoa, I think I was in for the worst, because you're all I had, but I think drawing the line to distance me from you in the sand is enabled now.
I'm really like whoa, once I get you off my trail that will be all so good.

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