Told

by danyxdisaster   Feb 16, 2007


I'm out of your reach,
I'm out of your touch,
You will never get me in
Your clutch.
I'll never be found,
I'll never be seen,
Especially by you,
You're so mean.
I think you have a problem.
Yeah, I'll say it to your face!
No! Get all up out of my space.
You aren't my friend,
You never were.
You tell everybody, "I don't like her!"
You freakin liar, you come to
My house, then you turn around and
Talk bad to everyone else.
I'm sick and tired of you!
You're getting real old,
Now, you consider yourself
Told.

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