You made this to grow up 'cuz althought now you deny it,
you made me be in the front, and what a pitty you're still in fund. huh?
Why do you insult me?
It's not my fault if you weren't able to front the rout.
You judge just to see, and you speek ignorant
&&' I don't pretend you to accept it.
It's hard, I know.
But you know that inside of you, there's something hiden
&&'' that's the envy for me to be what you ever dreamed &&'' you'll never be.
Lady Like * * *
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