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Satisfied If it were up to me, youd be dead. Id handcuff your hands To a metal pipe above Your head and Duct tape your mouth shut Then staple the tape To your face, Just to be sure You couldnt say anything. Id write stupid asshole Across your forehead and Hold up a mirror so you Could finally see how pathetic You are. Then Id throw the mirror at you And love the way the shards Would puncture your skin Youd try to scream and your Mouth would bleed even more Youd start to cry and Id think It was justice that you finally know How I feel Then Id hit you Punch you Kick you Slap you Beat you senseless Until you thought I was finished Then Id do it all over again. When you finally gave up And let go Id leave you there And walk away Satisfied. |
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Chapter Three: The Mean Chapter | ||||||||||||||||||
Part I: F*ck Off (A jumble of words for some people who arent worth it) How stupid could I have been to love a group of mindless superficial and materialistic jerks? Listened to them speak hopes dreams fears goals problems solutions I had good intentions, but they were only talking to hear the sound of their own voices. Wasted so much time and energy on a black hole of friendship. Wasnt strong enough to realize I wasnt reaping any benefits. True to my character Always gave gave gave and called them friends until the blood on my self inflicted wounds awakened me and I saw that these people werent worth it. Now a pang of regret for the wasted time I could have used to establish relationships that lasted. But Ill get over it, quicker than they got over me. And if tomorrow I read that their plane went down and there were no survivors to speak of I wont mourn, or even admit to knowing them. Wouldnt identify the bodies. Wouldnt attend the funerals. Wouldnt cry a tear. Not anymore. Theyre not worth it to me. And they can all fuck off. |
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Part II: I'm So Glad Im so glad for you. Im so glad the earth and moon and planets Revolve around you. Im so glad youre the bitch And not me. |
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Part III: Being Generous Certain people like to think theyre gods When in fact, theyre far from it They can go to hell for all I care. Prove me wrong and I couldnt care less. Contrary to your belief, You are not smarter Prettier Or better than me. Get your nose out of the air. Quit acting like you deserve the royal treatment Shut your mouth And figure out how to get off that golden pedestal Because Im not falling for your act Whoever is Is stupider than you And its sad. You hide your true self deep Underneath whichever personality You happen to be wearing today You cover the hideous truth of Your inner ugliness Under miles of thick makeup All I do is roll my eyes And dismiss you as nothing But the scum of the earth. (and even that is being generous.) |
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Obvious Every storys got two sides, Neither wrong, neither right, Two perspectives, two points of view No problem solved, no way to choose. Desperate for a common thread That cant be found, the hopes been dead. Our eyes dont meet, were not the same Weapons of choice are lies and blame. Cant go ten seconds without disagreeing Strength depleting, patience fleeing No sense in what we do all day Theres got to be another way. Infatuation spun out of wack Now requires the strength I lack Cant take this madness for too long Its so obvious, my sides wrong. |
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Part IV: Mistaken Prissy, snobby, bitch Id rather stop paying attention in class To take out my notebook And rant Than have to listen to your pretentious bullshit. Whoever told you Youre the next Jesus Was sorely mistaken And they should be shot. So should you. |
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Chapter Four: Lessons this way ---> | ||||||||||||||||||
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