Wednesday, 22 October 2014
05:19:01 PM (GMT)
Look, you can think anything you want about me, but until you know the goddamn truth,
I got nothing to say to you.
Yeah, it's true I talk to Andrew, but what you don't know is what I'm not saying.
Everyone talks to him, what's so bad? When I engage in conversation, I'm suddenly a
It's okay for you to talk to him, for you, it's not as bad.
It's funny the shit you say about me when you think I'm not here,
When I confront you about it, you're suddenly unclear,
Of what I'm saying to you, you think I'm insane,
But, that's okay, I don't mind, go ahead and call me names.
You'll never know what I'm not saying,
I've got these walls up for a reason and in case it's unclear,
I don't give a shit what you day about me, but don't go spreading lies.
That's just wrong, I mean, don't you have enough to do?
You get enjoyment out of ruining the life of someone who's done nothing to you?
I'm not saying that it's all about me,
You've done it to others before, not just me,
I'm just the first person to say something about it,
Everyone else just runs and hides,
I'll take you on, I'm not afraid to get hurt,
God knows I've been through enough shit to help me through.
So, don't go spreading lies,
It's not at all appreciated,
You've got your skeletons that
I'm not afraid to dig up.