She’s thinks she’s tragically romantic…
Truth is, she’s just ridiculously dramatic…
Suffering, to her, is a contest,
One in which she must come out best,
Everyone else’s problems are instantly dismissed
Once she begins to complain or gossip,
Yes, she has problems, don’t we all,
To her though, everyone else has someone to answer their call,
She seems convinced the world revolves around her,
For such conceit, there is no cure…
She has a knack for winding people up,
It always ends with everyone telling her to keep it shut,
One over reaction she had on her birthday
Ended up forcing all her friends away,
Now she only has her boyfriend and her mam,
Because everyone else doesn’t give a damn,
She needs to realise everyone has problems
And that she can’t be ignorant when others are in the doldrums…
She’s thinks she’s tragically romantic…
Truth is, she’s just ridiculously dramatic…
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