judgments 20

you wanna judge me your funny your face looks like chun lee look in to the mirror before u bug me my past dont dictate my quality so get off of me I hate this like a colectomy hold a gun to my head wrecklessly emotionally charged prodigy im too poor to eat drink responsibly im constantly trapped in a world of eyes my walls are my disguise my kryptonite my demise im about to make a power move walk you to school and teach u how to trust me your ugly its funny