You and I were friends,
We alwayed did thinks together.
But I cannot recognise you know.
You act like you are all that,
When really all you need,
Is to think things through.
You act like your better than the rest,
But that's what you think.
You don't even bother know,
Your just assuming things will go your way,
But that's in your little planet,
Where little miss perfect gets it all.
And you get rude to others,
But ask your self,
Can you do it?