Dirty Canvases to Call My Own
I don't want to talk about it.
I don't see it as being fit
to discuss, if I'm to keep my wits.
And I spit
on everyone who's ever taken advantage of me;
those who were never friends, but claimed to be;
those who thought I was dumb or naive;
who thought they could pretend and I'd never see.
I've seen every one of the tricks up your sleeves.
But I gave the benefit of the doubt,
and I showed you what I was about.
I did all that I could for you and tried to help you out,
but you shot me down.
You took what you could and tried to push me around;
never thought I'd break down.
But I'm done.
This is the last time I take responsibility,
while you cower and run,
with a lack of humility,
from your own bad decisions and blatant stupidity.
Having your fun
at someone else's expense,
then head for the door and jump over the fence.
One dozen white roses as some sort of recompense.
Is that dignity?
Is that what a friend should be?
Someone who knows and cares nothing about me?
Go ahead, take every opportunity
to screw over everyone who refuses to feed
your habitual way of living selfishly.
I don't want to have participated.
Pride and parties are both overrated.
It really shouldn't even need to be stated.
It should be outdated
to show so much disrespect.
Have you never been berated?
Am I not correct
when I politely request
that you turn down the ruckus 'cause it's for the best?
And I'm stressed
stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It's nearly impossible to build my case.
I'd run to base
if we were children again;
but we're supposed to grow up
and go through maturation.
All you care about is your false reputation.
It's poor judgment you're facin'.
It's time to wake up.
Be responsible and quit depending on luck,
waiting for others to get you unstuck,
as you crawl through the muck
of your own desperation.
People like you are the downfall of this nation.
And you're waitin'
but nothing is happening.
You're too far gone to unreasonable apathy.
And until you change the rut you've been stuck in
that's how it's going to be.
I don't see it as being fit
to discuss, if I'm to keep my wits.
And I spit
on everyone who's ever taken advantage of me;
those who were never friends, but claimed to be;
those who thought I was dumb or naive;
who thought they could pretend and I'd never see.
I've seen every one of the tricks up your sleeves.
But I gave the benefit of the doubt,
and I showed you what I was about.
I did all that I could for you and tried to help you out,
but you shot me down.
You took what you could and tried to push me around;
never thought I'd break down.
But I'm done.
This is the last time I take responsibility,
while you cower and run,
with a lack of humility,
from your own bad decisions and blatant stupidity.
Having your fun
at someone else's expense,
then head for the door and jump over the fence.
One dozen white roses as some sort of recompense.
Is that dignity?
Is that what a friend should be?
Someone who knows and cares nothing about me?
Go ahead, take every opportunity
to screw over everyone who refuses to feed
your habitual way of living selfishly.
I don't want to have participated.
Pride and parties are both overrated.
It really shouldn't even need to be stated.
It should be outdated
to show so much disrespect.
Have you never been berated?
Am I not correct
when I politely request
that you turn down the ruckus 'cause it's for the best?
And I'm stressed
stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It's nearly impossible to build my case.
I'd run to base
if we were children again;
but we're supposed to grow up
and go through maturation.
All you care about is your false reputation.
It's poor judgment you're facin'.
It's time to wake up.
Be responsible and quit depending on luck,
waiting for others to get you unstuck,
as you crawl through the muck
of your own desperation.
People like you are the downfall of this nation.
And you're waitin'
but nothing is happening.
You're too far gone to unreasonable apathy.
And until you change the rut you've been stuck in
that's how it's going to be.