There's a billion people on this planet that you could bother but, for some reason, you chose me. I wish I could give you the attention that you ordered, but I just don't have the energy. And maybe I'm the one who's being over-dramatic, but I don't think so. I do know for a fact, though, that you're a definite coward and I think it might be time for you to go. You're a sour little boy with a fragile masculinity. You saw me as your toy. Now that I'm not, you abuse me. You're a sour little boy; absolutely no fun. You saw me as your toy. Now that I'm not, you throw a tantrum. When life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade. You use them to make girls cry. You take those lemons, no sugar at all, and you squirt it right into our eyes.
I've tried to stay patient with your stupid shenanigans, but you've given me no other choice. You tried to knock me over by acting like you're above me and pretending that I don't have a voice. I don't want to encourage your abusive behaviour but I just can't let you win. I'm legitimately tired of being walked all over by babies who think that they're men. You're a sour little boy with a fragile masculinity. You saw me as your toy. Now that I'm not, you abuse me. You're a sour little boy; absolutely no fun. You saw me as your toy. Now that I'm not, you throw a tantrum. When life gives you lemons, you don't make lemonade. You use them to make girls cry. You take those lemons, no sugar at all, and you squirt it right into our eyes.
(L-E-M-O-N-S) sour little boy! (L-E-M-O-N-S) a fragile masculinity. (L-E-M-O-N-S) you squirt it right into our eyes.
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Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
