| Want to hear something insane? Want to know the meaning of pain? Come on babe, let me enlighten you about myself. I can take all of this compassion and place it on a dismantled shelf, watch it fall into the pile of debris, watch it saturate in dust. Iv never sold out, and I don't plan to, but I can tell you this, nothing you do affects me, I shall show no pity, no mercy just because you can pout. Listen to me little girl, I never wanted to be part of your world. I never heard the meaning behind your faith. I never asked to be here, so I don't care if I die this year. Its called an advantage called, lack of fear. I know what's after this place, I know what's out there. You can say the same just as easy, but to me, it doesn't mean a fucking thing. Just another fallacy. You can call me crazy, you can call me lazy, you can say I don't care for anything or anyone, and to some degree its true, just how I left all of my love for you burning in a pile of debris. So, you can shut up and leave. Here’s a little something I always thought you should know, I hate the way you think, and I'd love to leave you in a pool of death to sink. I never wanted you around this long, yes, that is what's wrong. I remember hearing the phone ring, I remember every stupid little thing, that's my punishment, I can't forget anything I hate. I'd love for it all to just fade. Everything but my pain. I need something to feed this rage. I think your over rated, and underpaid, I wish karma would fuck you. I wish you'd just keel over and rot. Because everything you want, is everything I wish I would have forgot. You can keep going, keep trying to connect the dots, but that doesn't change I have all the knowledge you wish you could obtain from smoking pot. I'll tell you how it is. I don't care, its that simple, there. I'll sell you to the next tormented bastard that thinks he can put up with you, maybe you'll have better luck with a different view. Can't you feel it brew, all of this hatred that's about to spew. I just want you gone, is that to much for me to ask, I can't help what Iv done. I can't help that I'm the wicked chosen one. To kick you out of the door, dub you a useless whore, it is your grave that has already been dug, now stop trying to get a hug, I will never be your parasitic drug. |
