For all those who are tired of hearing,
pitiful cries of wanting to be heard,
sing sweet sorrow to the lost ones,
because they are lost to us now.
No one really cares anymore,
about random things that are said.
No one wants to look twice at you,
from the things you've done or said.
Head swollen from self-pity,
sadness and regret,
we just dont give a fuck anymore,
take a pill or two , no ends have been met.
For those of you how know yourself,
stand up and take a bow.
for those who just dont care,
about those swollen, pig-headed cows. |
