Maybe I'm meant to be miserable,
So people treat me like shit,
Do I deserve it?
Am I cruel to you like you're cruel to me,
Do I get off on it?
That's the question,
Masochism for the win,
I ask for it.
Something about my fucking face,
Disturbing and queer,
Heck I'm not even ugly,
You're the ugly ones,
Plastic faceless bastards,
Hit the new trend
Hit the new music
Hit the new style
I'll hit your face
Ignorance
Depression
I get help, yeah I do.
Did.
Whatever.
They told me im obsessed with you
Im low risk
Im low risk to your fucking way of life
You want to underpay me
I'll undercut you
You want to hack my facebook
I'll hack you to shreds with words
Bitch, whore, slut, wankers, fuck you all, every one of you.
Sticks and stones will break my bones
I hope my words sear into your soul
I get caught up bent and frustrated
How can I forgive the intent
The action is done is gone it's past
Its the intent that burns, lingers, smoke in my flaming fucking face
There is no other consequence to your actions but to physically and Emotionally scar me for life.
You're changing me
But I'll just get stronger
You'll always be weak.