I STUCK A NEEDLE IN YOUR VEIN
AND WATCHED YOU BECOME THE SCENE
SPLATTERING THE WALLS TO FIT IN
I LITE ANOTHER DREAM AND GIGGLED
AT YOUR MIDDLE CLASS SEARCH FOR PAIN UNDERSTANDING
I SPAT IN YOUR FACE WITH A SENSE OF GRACE
YOU LAPPED IT UP AND WANTED HEAR MY CHILDHOOD
NIGHTMARE
I LIVED IT THEN AND STILL LIVE IT IN THE NOW
(SOME SAY GET OVER IT. WELL I DID AGES AGO. I JUST WISH YOU’D GET OVER IT BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SICK HEARING YOU SPEAK ABOUT ME IN THE THIRD FIRST. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME)
BUT I WOULDN’T GIVE IN TO YOUR IGNORANT THOUGHTS
OR LOAD YOUR GUN WITH SYMPATHY THAT’D KILL ME
SO I KICKED YOU UNTIL I REALIZED IT WAS A WASTE
YOU JUST USED THE BRUISES AS ANOTHER SHOW PIECE
SO LEFT YOU AND LEFT THE NEEDLE IN PLACE.