You cry
every night
asking why?!
and sigh
wanting to say goodbye
losing the will to try
wanting to die
over a guy
...or two.
What the hell?!
Don't even try.
Just say good-bye
already
and you'll have
no more reason
to whine.
Oh my!
Nevermind.
You find a high
on picking fights
using all your might
to be the lean,
mean,
DRAMA QUEEN.
Getting by
with all your lies.
Getting all your girls and guys
to do what you like.
If they don't
you'll bite.
Then you cry
every night
wonderying why
everyone eventually says goodbye.
Your manifestation
of the foes
you're creating,
from lies
and manipulation,
the fights and
selfish congregation.
Well congratulations
for serving the
purpose of destruction
and humiliation.
Weeping
for the pity
that you're seeking.
Trails of tears
are traces of blood
that you're leaving
'cus even the blind
have eyes.
For they have seen
that all you are
is a
lean
mean
DRAMA QUEEN.