It's the same old song
that's on repeat, since the day
I was born.
And it's not okay, but I know
where it comes from, I know this hate.
The feeling you get,
when you've lost respect
for a certain person
and he's just an insect.
So you sit and wish,
to clip it's wings
and dissect the body
tear off the limbs.
See if it still has
a grain of human feelings.
But no matter how hard it seems
even in your wildest dreams
he or she...does
and
sitting right next to you,
that person,
is a human being.