Just a human being,
Just a ****** up thing.
I'll make up my mind and close on own coffin doors.

I dance with the crowd,
And sleep by myself.
Mounted high upon the hill tops of your superstitions.

I am so gently picked up,
But thrown harshly to the ground.
Your every word causes the balance in me to turn.

I can stare at you for days,
Or blink my eyelids away.
Always thinking of the moment when I will be at peace.

Just a human being,
Just a ****** up thing.
Is there a good reason I can't just be left alone?

I'm no good for you.
I'm not good for you.
Why keep me around,
When you know I'll **** you?

You can try to be good.
You can try to be better.
But I am in control,
Writing your death letter.

I know the lines
Lines can be erased.
You can try and try,
But you will only lick my face.

A kiss is too much,
But a blow is quite fine.
You make no sense,
Failing logic, rhythm, and rhyme.

Why be with me?
Why pretend I have a chance.
You motivate me off bridges,
Because you love the dance.  

I am your cancer,
Amputate at once.
Yes I'll hate you after,
But I think you had enough.

Let me die alone,
I think I'll be fine.
Why should I be sad to lose you,
When you were never mine?

Eskimos always die gloriously,
Killing fat ***** in the Arctic sea.
Swear I saw one with a whale's eyeball on his thumb,
And he just screamed at me.
Asked "Boy what's the matter? Can't you **** like me?"
I frowned and said I rather be dead than **** your gentle enemy.
Made a home of ice,
Don't need a fridge.
I live in the Antarctic,
Where ****** is gigantic.
But who here cares of it now,
So far away from all of us.

You keep me company,
Locked inside this box.
I see you though the stain glass window,
Not making eye contact with the locks.

Shoving a turtle in my face,
Begging me to eat it.
Wearing matching orange flannel shirts,
I'm strapped to my seat.

It bites the inside of my neck,
Nibbling on the Adam's apple.
The shell is the hardest part,
But rack your concerns in the rafters.

And then I shallow it...
Respect the numbers.