There's no rhythm
  in your music
There's no love
  in your heart
There's no attitude
  in your walk
There's no brain
  in your head
There are no thoughts
  in your mind
There's no peace
  in your soul
There's no soul
  in your body
There's nobody, inside
There's nothing left for you to hide.

I'm not mean,
but I'm not here to make friends.
Don't get me wrong,
I understand that this could be considered rude.

The thing you all should remember though,
is this...

I don't give a ****.
It's not my job to make you feel good about yourself.

You must go out and do that yourself.
Scream into the wind.
Yell into pillows.
Tell of a friend, sibling, or coworker.

Make yourself feel good.
No. Make yourself feel wonderful.

Use the power you possess.
Use their weakness to get ahead.

As for me,
I'll stick to my regularly scheduled B.S.
Making a mess
and saying I'm fixing it.

Because, after all,
It's my job to make me feel good.

Not yours.