If your words wasn’t too salty,
maybe I would be glad to swallow every drop of it.
So what if nobody understand what I’m saying, they stupid, not me.
It was when Ms Mady left to another city, when I first knew boundaries. It was having no friend, I have nobody to listen to my every cool story, to read my awesome poetry, at least I’d always have me.
I remember I was invited to a party, stupid little party and that girl was shiny with her new birthday suit, and a new pair of ugly shoes oh she got all her pride and glory.
I didn’t envy her cause she’s having a birthday party, I envy her for her parents and her family. How her mother kiss her on the cheek and her father carry her and you know, kiss her on her cheek. Oh everyone’s so happy except me, sat there alone and whining like a baby. I so wanna go home quickly, before she got her chance to boast about her mommy and daddy, i hate her wicked little smile and her stupid birthday party.
I should have never come to a party, cause I always know it didn’t suits me.
Do you think I’m having fun, singing with them stupid kiddy? Oh what’s a good thing about singing the abc? I remember I’m forced to draw that stupid pelangi, when I’m not in the mood, yeah I’m moody since I was a baby. I mean what’s the good thing about those nursery rhymes? That only gave me a nightmare about giant monkey tried to rape me.
Oh goodness what a story! Never wish I was having a kindergarten history!