They are like crows
That will eat anything
Even their fellow fowls
Or animals that are decaying

They cover their eyes with hair
And put shadows on it
They pretend to be in despair
And reached the summit

They will take their life
For a stupid thing they've done
Shed tears in your sight
And create a stupid clan

They thought their in class
Because they are popular
But soon they are just part of the past
And a big bunch of liars

They like to wear
Clothes that doesn't fit
With a brilliant hair
With an attitude of a s**t

They are juct simply idoiots
Who tried to be in class
They are like divots
That was been hit on a brass

They didn't know that thousands hate them
Because people hate the wanna be
They are like a sticky phlem
That no one want to see