I walk down the cramp corridor, Scared and confused, The place where I liked, Was now a place where I was accused
They think I murdered him, The boy who destroyed me, But guess what? No matter how much I reasoned, they're still mean.
I rejected that boy, And he got mad, But it's not my fault So why am I responsible for all this crap?
His fangirls 'visited' my house, Vandalised my walls, Spraying with red, "Go away, or you're dead!"
My friend was there too, She looked completely different Her eyes were wide with pure rage, Like a wild lion released from a cage
AUTHOR'S NOTE: OK, guys! I'm gonna take a break now. See ya tom!