careless twists and turns would cause some serious injury. just like a broken friendship. shake your booty but watch where i'm going. poop out your ass and i'll deflate it for all i care, thinking about stepping into my area? think again, trespassing is a crime. but enough about that, sway with our newdresses and tap with our shoes. let's just say how lucky we are we got each other but lets just stop and think. did we really mean that? beneath the fake smiles and plastic i love yous lies a wonderful world of lies and critcs.
//"i dont really like her when we're alone"//"who would you rather hang with? a ditz? or an immature friend?"//"she's too full of herself"//"she really is a queen bee!"//"is she really cheap?"//"she's so annoying!"//"she ditches me all the time"//
a stab on each back and blood dripping down our cotton white blouse as we walk down the hallway with stories to tell over our glares and critisims. its sad on how we could say such things behind our backs. suffocating our every gasp for air, killing us without us knowing. its such a mystery on how we could walk bear foot on the rocky road ahead and yet not feel anything. is just friendship itself? or is it just us?
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