Look at me
Look at you
I'm hot and funny
With a 150 IQ
Why am I the one crying here?
When logic dictates
It should be you
Words are weapons
But so is silence
You wield it well
A lifelong skill
Is it me then,
That you are trying to ****?
Take your best shot
Tiny little man
I will dance on your grave
Alone or with another
Why should I care?
Your silence has no power here