My own way


In high school everybody wants to be cool

well guess what, I'm not a tool.

i don't care what people say,

i do things my own way.

i shop at the thrift store,

so what if my clothes are a bore?

and I may not be like stupid jocks,

who walk around in sweaty socks,

im not a cheerleader,

but a fast reader.

so tell me what you want,

that im "like that uncool aunt"

just know that tomorrow,

youll hang your head in sorrow.

ill be your boss someday,

Cause I do things my own way.

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