Oct 10, 2004 23:21
yeah, i admit credit is due,
i have a new oppression and old freedom that i used too.
your a sloppy mess
a degrading piece of trash
don't bombard me with your analysis, throw a fist or throw a fit.
my success would be our failure because you say the same old shit.
rip my throat from my neck, i won't be talking to you tonight.
your shallow telephone calls, your midnight tears.
rip my throat from my neck, your still the same old wreck.
save the song for the lonely, we won't be singing our duet,
tonight.
im hungry,
but you never satisfy
im never satisfied, your disgusting insecurity clothed in selfish pride.
pound the keyboard with your hate, your late, im tired, im thinking of Rose and forgetting our...
forgetting you...
i try and i try and i try and i...
rip my throat from my neck, i won't be talking to this wreck,
tonight.
my arms are heavy
i cant lift this shield forever.
you pull me in, you toss me aside, i'll be gone tomorrow
and don't you fucking ask why.