Who You

Who you? no me, im the little girl in the tree you made fun of me once i made it past 3 you put sand in my hair and called me a flee , you made me look stupid... feel as if my living didnt matter, hey swing swing batter batter, who you no me? you must really think im cool or im the latest, im not real im a figure of imagination im only here when you become impatient.

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