Stop meddling in other people's business
They dash their words against the walls
As if to advertises, hatred of the human race.
The higher they climb,
the more you can see their disgusting parts
They comes off as useless quacksalver,
A waste of energy, a waste of space,
Words, words, mere words no matter from the heart
They form clichés, and spin the bottles
An idle mind is the devil’s playground
They smile in an annoying self-satisfied manner.
As if bitterness would bring them happiness
Who Am I?
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Stop meddling in other people's business
They dash their words against the walls
As if to advertises, hatred of the human race.
The higher they climb,
the more you can see their disgusting parts
They comes off as useless quacksalver,
A waste of energy, a waste of space,
Words, words, mere words no matter from the heart
They form clichés, and spin the bottles
An idle mind is the devil’s playground
They smile in an annoying self-satisfied manner.
As if bitterness would bring them happiness
Who Am I?
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