My life is one big stupid collection of failliërs
I’m not proud of it, I never will
I’m not hating it, I tray to accepted it
It will never change It’s my destiny
To be stupid
To be ugly
To be me
But who cares I’m me
I’m blessed whit people whit a bad taste
Oo, yes, they exist … happily
I’m not the most social type
I’m not the loneliest type
I have friends
I have enemies, why?
I don’t know most of them don’t know me,
the only see me, maybe it’s my ugly face
I don’t want to hurt people
eater animals, they I love the most
I don’t wont to die because of if
I tray to make thins better
and maybe it will work
maybe it don’t
but I can say I tried,
Can you????