Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
While she's trolling for sympathy, I can only look on
Belittled to tears,
Taunted by jeers
Until my mouth became
Not my own, but insane.
I enver said that,
It was her, the rat.
She reached down my throat,
Pulled out angry anecdotes
And threw them in the face
Of the angry sibling, like mace.
No cares,
She stares,
A vacant troll
Who has no roll,
But exists to fee
Off of what others need.
September 5, 2007
Suge
Taunted by jeers
Until my mouth became
Not my own, but insane.
I enver said that,
It was her, the rat.
She reached down my throat,
Pulled out angry anecdotes
And threw them in the face
Of the angry sibling, like mace.
No cares,
She stares,
A vacant troll
Who has no roll,
But exists to fee
Off of what others need.
September 5, 2007
Suge
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While she`s trolling for sympathy, I can only look on
While she`s trolling for sympathy, I can only look on
