Teenage hopes are alive at your door

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

You're lying through your teeth

You're not at all, not at all what you seem.
I hate it when people lie. I have to admit, I do lie. But only little lies. Unlike yours. This is a tribute to you and your friend that you brain washed to think that being like you is something good. Pssh. Social Climbers. And you gloat about paying a big amount of money for something not worth paying for? Imagine the shoes you could've bought. Or giving that to charity. And you act like your so good at doing that-thing-you-do-which-I-cannot-say and you say it's not good enough and its ****. It is, but you should still stand by your creation. UGH.

Fix your mask girl, it's crooked on the sides.

*BTW, the title and the words above this ^ are lyrics.

tell me thatyou love me more.