Jump start my heart, blind my ego, I have searched high and low
Into the depths of gratitude, to the highs of indifference
I am not the winner, nor the foe
Slap me, punch me, call me out
I hate it when I refuse to be wrong, and hate you more when I am not
Laugh at me, **** up to me, I cannot lie my face away
My ego is starved for your laughter, for your filthy rot
Sail the winds away, get out of my sight, I take my plight
Jack me up, turn me down, I am nothing but an ugly clown
I hide behind the wicked scene, languishing in the obscene
Punch me, slam me, bring me down
I am not the winner, curse this wicked frown
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 9:17 AM UTC
Jump start my heart, blind my ego, I have searched high and low
Into the depths of gratitude, to the highs of indifference
I am not the winner, nor the foe
Slap me, punch me, call me out
I hate it when I refuse to be wrong, and hate you more when I am not
Laugh at me, **** up to me, I cannot lie my face away
My ego is starved for your laughter, for your filthy rot
Sail the winds away, get out of my sight, I take my plight
Jack me up, turn me down, I am nothing but an ugly clown
I hide behind the wicked scene, languishing in the obscene
Punch me, slam me, bring me down
I am not the winner, curse this wicked frown
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