Why can't the other boys
Be like you?
She asked a few years ago
I'm so understanding while
Bending over for the smallest fucking
Compromise.
I write so that I may
State how the fuck it is I feel
Drugged up and let down again
Maybe hopefully one day
All you degenerate shits
Can wake up and smell the bouquet of
Reality filled roses.
Maybe you like
Feeling worthless while making
Up a love in your head
Stepped on and ran over
She picks herself back up to
Get fucked over again.
I'm here as the rescue squad
Situated here simply to help
Push me away
And I'll laugh and watch as
You fall too down under
Drowning while screaming for my help
Contradicted.
It's those like her and you
That make me who I am
Which in short means I'm not myself
Nor who you want me to be
Somewhere in between
I'm worthless running on an empty tank
Half-wit and nothing special about me
Bury me alive
And I'll haunt you with my ghost.
© 2008 PaYaSiN
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