It's high time some people realise
That putting others down
Doesn't elevate you in any way,
shape or form
So before you take issue with me
How about you take issue
with your own insecurity?
Cause it's not a justification
for being bitchy
how you want to survive in a world like that
when you´re not even just slightly bad?
You think it´s easy?
You just dream
before you scream.
before you even try.
Do you remember what you promised?
I thought you were honest.
You accused me of shallowness
but you never thught about my emptiness.
Being bitchy isn´t easy
But it´s better than feeling crazy.
The American Dream is now less than it seems.
Its original mythic and heroic elements have bled out
and we're just left with the kitchiness of wardrobe and set
and the bitchiness of cut-throat competition.
B Bitter words are spilled across the page
I Inciting an equally bitter response
T Taking us to places we don't want to be
C Causing animosity amongst once close friends
H Hate and vitriol spreading like a foul pestilence
I Ignorance taking the place of understanding
N No more the poetic repartee of friends
G Gone now are the beautiful days
She may be bitchy.
And she may check my fingers-
Slam her hard metal pole down on them-
Each time we practice lacrosse.
And she may roll her eyes
But I don't hate her.
I feel sorry for her.
Because I think I'm the only one
Who pays attention
Through the laughter and fun
He touches her.
And she makes a joke out of it
So her minions snap out of their dazed state and
Chuckle a little bit.
But his crawling fingers are greedy
And her words are scarce.
All of the brain-dead minions
Laugh when she jokingly screams,