I never liked her very much.
She thinks that she can sing,
Really she sounds like a grinding clutch.
She gives up too easily even on the simplest thing.
Her hair is matted, her heart is not a simple touch.
She has always been such a bad cling,
She tries to repeal and hence always feels rushed.
She always puts up a wall, never noticing the tiniest ding.
Every day she feels her heart get turned into more mush.
Ongoing pain and anger that constantly ring,
Inside her destroyed mind and nothing of such.
No, I've never really liked that girl who brings,
That dreadful reflection of me in the mirror that is crushed.