The bruises on my arms make me wince,
And I've yet to touch them.
I've soured my life by pretending too much,
Trying to get away from such reality TV shows
That I don't know what real love and TV love truly is.
Stop the insanity before it becomes a cerebral hemorrhage!
Whilst I walk on eggshells to preserve your silence,
Know that I am more than honest but brutal with my honesty
And I cannot stop that from surfacing in everyday conversation.
*when I said you were queer I meant it in a good way*
I don't mean to dampened your spirits much like you've dampened mine,
But aren't you supposed to have morals now?
Aren't you supposed to be devoid of error in life now? Since your perfect and all,
We all figure that if we anger you while you sleep,
Imminent death will greet us head on
And I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth,
I'd rather laugh at you.
I notice that you are hollowed out because
You lack difference, everyone should be like you and you
Are the same sh!tty man we have all come to despise.
I don't wish you success, but I do, however,
Wish you plenty of failure because
In my life, I've failed more than I've succeeded and now
It is time to turn them tables on you, you were never a pure heart anyway.