Too Bad., by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

You always get what you want, people do what you say,
Well I am here to stop this and make your sassiness go
away,
Because you are stuck up and self-conceded,
This mannerism of yours, is now about to be defeated,
I know you will try to get your way and act sad,
But I don't care grow up and move on, if you don't, than
that's just too bad.
Posted: 2009-03-17 01:54:10 UTC

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