Do I look like the type of girl,
to take the shit you say,
as face value and honesty,
when its a game you play.
And don't you dare repeat,
'I'm ill, I've hurt this body of mine',
If you really cared for me,
You'll always find the time.
Your excuses are so weak,
Your heart is so diluted,
You make me angry everyday,
My poetry's all polluted.
I can't take this stupid town,
I want to see the Nile,
The pyramids, the eiffel tower,
may just erase your smile.
And you'll be stuck here forever,
With the narrow life you walk,
And then I'll be the one to say,
'I'm too busy to talk'.
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