I’m sorry I’m not your cup of tea.

I’m not the girl who basks in glory

Over make ups and filtered selfies,

Over feeding your hungry ego so you will like me.

I’m sorry if you think that the trend I follow

Is to go for boys who are shallow

Those whose pride they never swallow

And those who just sit and wallow.

Don’t think for a second that we’re meant to be

See, you’re not my cup of tea.

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