Ms. Queen

They ask me why
I supposedly dress like a guy
That pisses me off
Why can't they f--- off
They need to get a life
Go and run with a knife
If one more time, you call me a boy
It's you I'm gonna destroy
You need to leave me alone
I don't like your tone
I hate the color pink
Your voice puts my sanity on the brink
Of falling over the edge
Go back behind the ledge
And take your life
Here you go, here's the knife
Leave me the heck alone
I don't care about your throne
Ms. Preppy Bit--y Queen
You're so freaking mean
So go off with your followers
I don't care what occurs
At least my friends are true
I'm not intimidated by you
You have no real friends
That stick by you at all ends
So go on Ms. Queen
So "perfect" and clean
In your perfect little life
I don't care, if you're a wife
Ms. Queen go die
Go run and go cry
Because outside you're perfect
But inside I know you're wrecked

*-Sky-*