Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
In the heat of my rage
My hand is reaching out,
But you slap it away,
Left me crying in a
Dark parking lot.
The words you gave me,
I held them in my pocket
Before they just disappeared
And left me angry,
For the other emotions just melted
In the heat of my rage.
I became quite livid
That you could just walk away from
A mess of tears and insanity;
Mad that you could walk away
From the problem, a problem
I have not yet found
A way to walk away from.
Selfish would I be, if
I asked you to stay with me
While I cry all the suicidal
Tendencies out, to expect you
To cancel everything for
Someone as menial as I.
Of all the times I've dropped
Everything to be by your side,
I was perhaps a bit
Mentally incapacitated to think
That you owed me one.
July 7, 2006
Suge
But you slap it away,
Left me crying in a
Dark parking lot.
The words you gave me,
I held them in my pocket
Before they just disappeared
And left me angry,
For the other emotions just melted
In the heat of my rage.
I became quite livid
That you could just walk away from
A mess of tears and insanity;
Mad that you could walk away
From the problem, a problem
I have not yet found
A way to walk away from.
Selfish would I be, if
I asked you to stay with me
While I cry all the suicidal
Tendencies out, to expect you
To cancel everything for
Someone as menial as I.
Of all the times I've dropped
Everything to be by your side,
I was perhaps a bit
Mentally incapacitated to think
That you owed me one.
July 7, 2006
Suge
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In the heat of my rage
In the heat of my rage
