She’s somebody that I used to know
A sincere smile to her I always show
She’s not as white as heaven snow
But talks like evil and thinks I’m too low

She’s a good friend, always my seatmate
She’s always around, never comes late
But everything I do, she has something to potate
And tears running down, making me suffocate

During class time, her stare’s a little crazy
Seems like she hates seeing me merry
But I kill her with my smile that’s too lovely
And she can’t do anything but to be madly envy

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