Little Miss Perfect No More

by authum darkness   May 26, 2005


I get the same s**t from the same people everyday
I have tried to conceal how I really feel,
But I just can't hide my anger anymore
They all thought I was "little miss perfect"
They all knew I never got in trouble
And it was priceless seeing the looks on their faces
Before they all died by my hands

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