It seems to me that your not my kind
It might just be your cold clammy skin
I’m sorry to say that I do in fact mind
And I’m sorry to admit it could never have been
It could also have be your dry frizzy hair
Or your bland boring kiss at the edge of my lips
Your looks could pass but your feel couldn’t compare
And you could never get my simplest quips
You have weak opinions and nothing to say
It’s not my fault that you make me so bored
I could learn all about you in less than a day
Anyway, I’m sure you’re tired of being ignored
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