Fu** you 

Wow does it suck when people disappoint you

But you know what’s worse…when your the idiot who continues to let them do it

So today I say fuc* your indifference

Fuc* my idiocy and fuc* you

Shut up

Watch the blood drip on the floor

Look for the lock on the door

I fear his anger more than blood 

I’d rather see the truth than hear the lies 

Don’t say your sorry when you don’t mean it

You see that speck 

Get over there and clean it 

Perfection on the outside destruction within 

Do you know what it is like to live in sin 

Until you have seen disgrace…don’t give me your opinions 

Don’t pretend to know what I have seen 

Don’t tell me what you think I should do 

Just shut the hell up…that’s all I want from you 

Music 

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When the stress overwhelms me

 I drive out into the cold night

I listen to the soothing sounds of music

Music flows and comforts my jumbled thoughts

Brings back my sanity in pieces

I need this solace…I need this time

Life would be too simple… life would be too bland

If I didn’t have music to pick me up when I’m falling…to give me the strength to get back up…to freaking stand

If I didn’t have music to yell out my thoughts

I’d fall into the depths of darkness…it wouldn’t take me long

thankfully I am currently entranced by this freaking song

 

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Don’t feel sorry for me

Don’t feel sorry for me

And don’t you dare judge who I am

I am not a product of my past

I have a spirit that will surpass

All of the bullshit that comes my way

I will do this with each step I take

With each breath

With every mistake

With everything that I do

Don’t feel sorry for me

And don’t you dare judge who I am

I am not one of the damned

I will not diminish in the night

I will never stop fighting for what is right

Throw more at me I dare you

You think you know fear

Well I will scare you

Try to hurt me and I will laugh in your face

Nothing you say will be worse than what I have already faced

True evil does walk in this world

It is not a spirit, a demon, or a mask

Evil walks around in those who hurt others

These are the people you should feel sorry for

These are the people who are lost

These are the people who are damned

Feel sorry for them, don’t feel sorry for me

 

Push

Push me away with anger

Push me away with pain

Push me away with all you want to say

But what do you have to gain

More anger…more distress.. more frustration at life

Push to far and I might snap

Then I’ll be pushing you back

What makes you so great 

What makes you so great

Your the kind of person that I’d love to hate

Your cocky attitude makes me sick

I just want to punch you in the dick

What makes me drift apart

What makes me drift apart

Is it the things that I see you do

Is it my dysfunction, my blackened heart

Is it because I need more than I ask for

Is it the strain of things you do not see

Is it angry words that build up over time

Is it because of things you’ve done to me

Is it the scar from the burdens I claim as mine

Is it the difference between who you were and who you are

Is it my inner need to be free,

What makes me drift apart is the need to run…and the need to be me

 

The power of magnetism

This man has the power of magnetism

Everyone wants to be the center of his focus

When he is near they all feel his strong pull

Women all want to be that special piece of metal

They want to be the piece that sticks

The piece that sticks and doesn’t let go

They are intrigued by his apathy and indifference

Intrigued by the pull they get when he’s near

They want to be the one to win his affections

But his apathy and indifference makes it hard to stick

His huge brick wall is covered and thick

He gives them a few moments of his focus

That’s what draws them to the pull

Then he turns his pull away