Now before you say anything about the title I ask that you read this.

Have we all been wrongly judging Satan
consider this, if everytime you tried to do
something good, someone else takes the credit
and makes you out to be a bad guy,
no one really knows you
but everyone hates you
and everything that goes wrong in the world
is always your fault.
This is what happens to Satan everyday.
So if all of this happened to you
would you not be as twisted and evil as him?

Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Was this the right choice?
Seeing warnings on twitter
Thinking they're all quitters
Thinking you're better
But in reality, you're just as equal as them.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Seeing your friends play, you start multiplying
Not even touching a pipe and dying
You're on the floor, you're crying
Pressing start over and over again and trying
Knowing your high score is low and start lying
because you know you ****.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Questions going through your mind
"Why did I die?"
"Did I really touch a pipe?"
"Why do iPhone users only have day while Android have both day and night?"
"Why is it slower on other phones?"
"How do you get past 20?"
"Why do I keep dying?"
"Why do Android users have other colors?"
But the question you should be asking is...
"Am I going mad?"

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Now, the resolution.
Stop the addiction.
Press that "x"
You know its for the greater good.
I know YOU feel the ANGER whenever you die.
You don't wanna risk throwing your phone for that.
Take my advice. DO IT.
Before it ruins your life.

But as the day passes...
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.

Its too late.
Flappy Bird is now part of life.
Even though the anger
The anger that feels like your chest being stabbed by a knife
Hurts you so much
Deep inside you get a little happy...
Knowing somewhere in the world someone trying the same game
Got less than you.
Less than 3, 2, or 1.
And because of this you want to beat more people who **** more than you.

And this should be an achievement
You, state your name, got YOUR own high score.
YOU did it
YOU made it to one pipe or even more.
And if you didn't
Well ***** for you

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

I loved you not because you loved me...


But because I was a hurricane            
And you loved to dance in the rain.

Please just don't love me.
Don't look past the flaws.
Don't tell me that I deserve better,
Or that you're not my past.
Don't tell me that you think I'm wonderful,
Or look at me with your intoxicating eyes.


Don't look past what I'm telling you.
Please don't see that I'm dying for you to love me.