this time its not pissing and moaning about how fast im not.
It's all so ironic the things that you think
You preface them all with a nod and a wink
The clothes that you wear and the words that you speak
You're so fucking clever, you're tongues in your cheek
You stand on the sidelines and shit on it all
never getting involved 'cause you might take the fall
Your apathy hides the fact that you're scared
of expressing opinions or showing you care
The irony is that you totally suck
You can look down on me and I don't give a fuck
'Cause I hate assholes who hide behind fashion
Who live life devoid of emotion or passion
All style and no substance, you're flesh without bone
Another foot soldier in an army of clones
So fuck your snide ways and your snotty asides
I fucking hate you and all of your kind
You..
I hate you
those are suicide file lyrics that sum up how i feel about some "friends" i have.
if we're friends, dont pick on me, or antagonize me until i snap and get pissed.
A: that totally sucks and is very non-friend of you
B: dont act like im the bad guy for getting pissed, cuz you pushed my buttons 'til i got that way; refer to subsection A.
C: being an overly-sensative cry-baby would be lame of me, but i can easily list more than one person who are just having fun at my expense when you boil it all down. I hate bullys, and people who barely know me know that about me. Oh yeah, and refer to subsection A.
after tonight i will be re-evaluating who i: get tattooed by, buy bikes from, and deserve the title "brother".
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