

MisunderstoodYou call me smartMisunderstood
You like my art
But yet you can not see
Who I'm truely supposed to be.
You hate me
I hate your guts.
My friends all know
All my foes.
They see me
How I'm supposed to be.
Why can't you be more like them?
...Oh wait please don't
I don't need another concussion.
And last time I checked
You were to preppy to care.
Now that I see
I'll try to be
A little more caring
When I kick your butt.
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You say I'm spoild like it's a bad thing
Hope you'll enjoy our little community!
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