Sometimes I wish you'd stop bragging
You can't even run with those feet dragging
You try to hard too fit in
You might as well climb in the garbage bin
Your hair is like a birds nest
I don't even want to mention the rest
You always talk about that boy
But please you're just his toy
Your voice burns my ears
Can't believe I've dealt with you for so many years
Your clothes are like rags
You could fit in with the old hags
The sun is brighter than your future

After that one you may need a suture

Your whole life is just sad
I just thought I'd tell you with the chance I had