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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams
Saturday, September 16, 2006
I cant believe she forgot about it
Like what kind of attitude is that?
Three of us write you a letter
And you forgot about it
What are you trying to say?
That we are not impt to you anymore?
That we are easily forgettable?
You run around with your new friends
Sucking up to everybody
Preparing for the day when
we leave you
You hang around ppl we
never expected you to hang around with
Trying to make us jealous?
Trying to show off that you
dont need us?
Sorry girl
It ain't working
You try so hard
It sometimes looks so pathetic
I sometimes feel so sorry for you
That your insecurities
are making you look like a fool
You are a coward
running away from your problems
Pretending they dont exist
You aren't the man you make yourself out to be
I feel so disappointed in you
Sad too, that this is what comes out in the end
You are a chicken alright.