Well it hurts so much me i scream out loud oh god forbid you could have left me out of your wiked intentions, hateful fools to see and i wish you had
You make me so mad, I should not have let you under my skin You are just like all the reast, I guess. I thought you were my friend. Last night when
It was a fine day in the fifth grade when Mary May let Bobby walk her home from school. He had her books in hand, and he was listening to every word
Well, hey, hey, i can't make you go around around 'cuz all you do is just put me down when i'm nice you don't like me anyway well, hey, hey, i can't
