OutSpoken, by Ky Moet
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Outspoken...yup thats ne
everytime i open my mouth
I get interrupted and talked over
I just don't wanna get sad
when we go somewhere with other people you turn mean to me
that makes me feel bad
leave me all day not listening to a thing i say
when I get home you're always to tired to talk
when I wanna share something with u, ur always on the phone
so when it is our time to share alone
your my mom and say im your clone
so show me that i am not alone
show me that i am not just a rotten bone
Cuz' tight now i feel Outspoken
then people wonder y i keep everything inside |
Posted: 2011-03-03 03:44:38 UTC |
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