Gutsy words
Facty tones
Make me want to shove your fist in your mouth, because I don’t care about your epic or what you’ve earned. You’re a kid. Just a kid,
Smiling, right
Insincere you’re
Defined by a definition of artificiality, there’s a smile over a brand that you sell and you sell it good. I never would; you never should.
A crowd and
Girlfriend bought
With my looks and my humor. You’re not some gift from god, and if you are I’m more so. But I’m a female and I’m a lab rat. It’s all I’ll never be.
What a kid
What a hoax
Your eyes are oval and your mouth is oval, like some plastic doll. I hope you live like them, all the sheep and they never laugh ‘cause they never fall.
Matter of fact
You’re happy dead
Can’t you accept that the world isn’t shaped by those who can say, “You think too much”; the monkeys in their suits who are in such a rush, the people in their cage.
It’s not
It’s not about us being different from one another
It’s not even about me being different from you
I make the world while you go in play in it, or I mess it up
Because you are the world
and I’m just a human, I’m just a girl
Isn’t it ironic?
That you were the trouble maker
I was the good girl
You were once alive
Now you’re a lie
You’re just one lie
You coordinate
And cooperate
I’m irate
I disobey
You just want them and you just want they
But that’s it
Its just it
The world pays attention to all of your shit, just like they do with sitcoms and trash tabloids. It’s so awful. And you don’t respect me for being a human being.
But I’m something
I’m everything-
I’m everyone’s rage and somewhere deep where they care
I care
you just care about your picture on a chatroom
with bad music taste
and tight legs and a tight, but
I’m your only black mail
I am the black sheep
and I think
You’ll be that celebrity’s unknown brother; I promise
Sincerely, Freak