Songfic: I Get It
GWEN'S POV
Chevelle- I Get It
So you say you're ignored,
As it is,
Well give us, your sad, sad trip.
She thinks she's perfect. She thinks she can get away with anything. Well, she is going to hell. Oh, wait, she is hell. That stupid bitch thinks she's everything, but really, everyone hates her! Including me…
You're right! I get it!
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person.
So bright.
So wrong.
Let's all live in your imaginary life!
This life, her imagination, it's stupid. She thinks she's right, but she's WRONG…
Assumed,
It's whether,
We're right.
Or wrong.
We're doomed,
And there's plenty, for all.
I walked down the school hallway, looking at every face as I walk by. Then I see her face. That devil-looking face. She stands in front of me.
"You are just humiliating yourself. You'll always be a loser."
She walked away, saying those same exact words, to everyone who passes her. She can be like that, but I won't go along with it…
After school, I got home, and my cell phone rang. It was her. How did she even get a hold of my number? I don't know, but this is what it said: Go on Myspace. I got a surprise for you.
So, I went on Myspace, and there it was…
How dare you catch me, counting.
How dare you call at all?
How dare you call this,
Suffering.
How dare you call at all?
There was a picture of me, outside of the girl's bathroom, with tissue paper, stuck to my feet. I wanted to erase it, but how can I? I didn't put it on there. She did.
I was completely humiliated.
Your right!
I get it!
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person.
So bright.
So wrong.
Let's all live in your imaginary life.
After I had saw that, I decided. That was the last straw!
Press on,
These tannins,
They double, in time.
The touch of life,
Once failed to mention so far.
So I went to her house…
Of course the law is,
Fountains.
A face-to-face remorse.
I was going to pound on the door, but I saw something through her window. She was on her bed, making out, with… THE JANITOR?!
A fast and restless,
Blackmail.
So I took out my phone,
Like pent up,
Fetish,
Force.
And pressed record.
Your right!
I get it!
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person.
So bright,
So wrong,
Let's all live in, your imaginary life.
The next day at school, she was going to get a heck of a surprise…
In first period, she sat at her desk, talking to her current boyfriend, Trent Davis. I had a crush on him since last year, and I think he liked me back. But she got to him first. She only asked him out because I liked him. She just wanted to get to my head.
Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
I sat next to them, without saying a word, but she sure did have to say something.
"Hey, look what the trash dragged in."
"Hey, that's not nice." Trent said.
"Oh, please. Trent, she's a loser. Why are you standing up for her?" She said. After that, Trent didn't say another word.
Takes a minute to see.
Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it enough?!
"Ok, class," The teacher said, "Settle down. Who would like to go first for there presentation on they're biography?"
I raised my hand. She laughed.
I got up to the front of the room.
"Hi, my name is Gwen, and I WAS going to do the biography on myself, but I decided to show all of you the real truth of someone very close to the heart." I said smugly.
I stuck the CD I made last night, and after the sane parts of the DVD, it got to the pictures of her making out with the janitor in her bedroom.
At the corner of my eye, I saw her sink down in her chair.
After it was done, I took out the CD, and broke it into two. Leaving only the memory of the horrid sight.
Your right!
I get it!
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person.
So bright.
So wrong.
Let's all live in your imaginary life… life… life… life…
I walked up to her, and I kneeled down to her height.
"You know, you should always think before you do."
I got up, and left the room. After I left, I heard screaming from her and Trent.
But I didn't care. I walked to my car, got in, and before I left, I thought, 'She deserved it. That bitch I would like to call Heather."
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