Ben OHara · Mar 27, 2011
I'm tired of being talked to

You say it's all my fault

You say the wicked

I exalt

You say I've never done it right

You say that I long
for a fight

You say that I just waste my time

You say that I have lost
my mind

You say that I am never true

You say I've never respected
you

You've got a million things to say

but
I'm
just
waiting
for the day

You shut your god damn mouth

And listen.

 
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