May 06, 2004 21:43
Yell at me a little more bitch. Keep yelling because I still can't hear you. Fuck you and those words. One moment happy, I predict that a few more beers that you'll be just a little more unhappy. I laugh at how you can't touch this. The fire in my eyes shows me how much I fucking hate you. Drink a little more you fucking drunk because I'm not the hyporcrite here, you are. Use those words again. Just throw them at me. Chuck them at me. Shoot them at me. It's all mental, don't you see? Or can you not walk the white line in front of you? You don't matter so you can't hurt. Sometimes I hope you choke when you drink that beer. Take another shot. How does that feel? Is your world spinning? Do you know what you're saying? Slur a little more, maybe you'll be just like I was. Isn't that what you said dad? Didn't you say I slurred my words? Didn't you call me a fucking drug attict? Didn't you tell me you'd hand me a needle and some heroin if I ever felt like going over the edge? You told me to get over it. One day we're cool, the next you're a faggot. Hand me a needle. How about you inject it for me fag, maybe you're good at it. Fuck you and you're sick life.
Things end then come up again. Don't let me take the same route once again.
// Inject that needle into my veins and maybe I'll find out what it feels like to be you.