Pill popping adrenaline, my left arm is not twitching all on its own
Selfishness always ruins my happiness from the depths of my misunderstood soul
And I feel so, so fucking ignored again
If this is the eighth, she must be the whore that he continues to send
God, why am I often hated and left in past tense?
Why can’t I be I?
But, who discussed the ways and all of the abuse?
If you only knew and realized that I was always the one who could find you, so why the fuck do I have to remind you?
If I’m alone again, your loneliness is the fucking cocaine
Frustration is strangling my chock-hole
And depression is pissing all over my fucking patience, that’s when I isolate myself from love and forgiveness
And I’ll lynch my depressive pride, with no hope of crying or screaming
If you are truly my long lost hero, I’ll set you on fire with my disappointed expectations