it must be nice all holed up
in a very full home
not wanting for anything
except what you’ve crushed
and ripped apart with
your own two uncontrollable hands

it must be nice to sit and play
forget the young girl you’ve led astray
having taken her innocence and will to pray
surely the devil was given a break
when you were born that wretched day

It must be nice to sleep in a bed
No worries or thoughts of what you did
On that very same mattress you lay your head
only thoughts of wanting to be dead
not even man enough to apologize instead.

It must be nice to be you.
The angry voice inside of me screams
But I know.
The suffering is shared by you too.
Forever shading our past
The deepest shade of blue.