My words can start fights,
That's why i often do not share them.
They will pin you to the ground and spit in your face till you’re shaking.
My words know not when to stop, instead they’re consistent and will leave bruises the shade of agony.
The syllables that spill out will cut you till you’re left a ****** mess and you will wish you never knew my name.
I do not speak to you because I’m afraid of you,
I don’t speak to you because even my words know you’re not worth the time.
- Good Riddance