Now I didn't wanna have to through you under the bus
but it's like now your heart is dead and you're living on sour spite and rotten pus
it's torturous to be so loved and hated the same time by my own family no less I guess that's why they say blood makes you related but loyalty is what makes us family it's sad to be the victim of your cruel jokes and biting sarcasm I can only take so much before my brain starts to spasm at this point I'd drop you into and endless chasm before ever even thinking about you again you hurt me too many to times to try to smooth things over with you again my friend go **** an egg and crack the shell then you'll know what you do to me everyday can't you tell I'm a different human being, I'm my own brand of crazy
what I call organization you call lazy