OK. You're noticable. Happy now?

Do you turn around? No. Do you see me? Of course not. I’m a pro.

My brother and I have been working rich bitches like you in many classes: he sits in front acting pretty boy, I go through their bags.

I am one of those girls behind, in front, anywhere and everywhere near. Girls who don’t wear specific brands and never register in your clueless brain. Girls who buy real stuff with your money, like food, medicine, and some recreational drugs in order to forget what your bitch lawyer mama has done to my plain vanilla bitch mama for denting her car in the parking lot.

Sometimes I can dream you’re looking towards my way.
Oh how I hate a sloppy job.
Please eyes do not trick me!
I’m too young to be tried as an adult.

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