Sometimes I just want to scream,
To hit and break things ‘til my eyes gleam.
People push me way too far, often,
I’d like to see them taken away in a coffin.
They think I’m powerless against the world,
They can keep wishing.
But I just say, to my friend, on the internet,
“He’s getting old, let’s go fishing.”
I tell people that and they look at me with eyes wide,
I tell them it’s an inside joke and to put it to the side.
But back on the subject, about the real powerless people,
They’re the ones with no guts, ones with no feeling.
They don’t care if one of their own gets hurt,
But freak out if they tear their shirt.
They don’t care about anyone,
Why care about them?
They think because I’m small,
They can shove me in the dirt.
But I hold my ground and just get a little blood on my shirt.
They hit me again, because I don’t care.
I stand their ‘til I’m mad, then watch them ‘fall’ down the stairs.
OOPS, my bad, did I do THAT?
I think as I make a grin big and fat.
They got what they deserved, in the hospital, where they belong.
I jump up and down and sing a happy song.
They say they’ll get me in an evil voice,
Then they die, like they had the choice.
Now I can’t sleep, I hear them say their last words,
I can’t stand it anymore,
GOD! This is absurd!
It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t, IT WASN’T!
But, not that I think about it, was it?