Monday, July 03, 2006
Little miss perfect
Had brown hair & pretty eyes
She was different in a way
She liked telling lies
She hides imperfection with perfection
Insists she was always right
No one dared to argue
No one dared to fight
She wasn't a bad person
She just thinks too much
Wanna know something about her
She's actually half Dutch
People who trusted her
Would end up in disappointment
They hated her guts
But there was never an arguement
Friends became acquaintances
Things just weren't the same again
Relationships ended as quick
As they had all began
Little miss perfect,
Wasn't perfect anymore
People saw her ugly side
They wanted nothing to do with her at all
So little miss perfect retreated
And only confided in some
Till this day she still disgusts me
When I see her I would run
Little miss ex-perfect
Here's a word of advice
Spare a thought for others' feelings
Or you'll be a victim of your own device
i wonder whether you were worth it all.