Thursday, 21 August 2014
12:34:28 AM (GMT)
You are a sadistic person with no regards for anyone but yourself.
You think you can get away with murder, but guess what?
We'd turn you in to the police in a second for manslaughter.
You think you're all that. Going around bragging how big this is, how thick that is.
To be quite honest with you, nobody gives a fuck about a douchebag like ya.
All the pretty girls are disgusted by your charm, the ones with enough brains know
you're not worth their time,
The girls who feel they're worthless and meek, ready to do anything to get attention
and be told their pretty,
They are your prey, they are your food source, you'll tell them lies just to feed off
their emotions and get your rocks off.
You're a sick, egotistical, narcissitc bastard,
Who only cares about women being beneath him,
Well I'm tired of being a number to you,
Imma raise up and fight you.
You came to me when I was down,
I wasnt feeling my best, and I wasnt proud,
Of who I was and who I wanted to be, I wanted someone to see me as me.
You saw and you noticed, you planned and you plotted, you had me all figured out and
when you struck,
I was taken aback by your charm and gentlemanly ways, oh, how I wish I could go back
Slap myself around the head, tell myself you aren't worth the heartache, instead,
find someone better,
Someone not like you, I would always be stuck with you, there was nothing I could do.
You are sick, egotistical, narcissistic bastard,
Who likes it when women please him,
You like it when they're on their knees,
Begging you for some release.
I broke free of your chains, the ones that so many had fought,
I was the first to see through your flaws, I saw you had a heart,
You needed to be in control, for whatever reason, I always understood your
I was the one you needed. I loved being controlled, I pretended I hated it,
I loved it when you would beat me down, so I felt nothing.
I was always good to you, but you left me, you left the only girl,
That had ever served you. I was a good girl, I had my troubles, we always worked
We always made it okay. But now I think, in your eyes I messed up for good,
You're ignoring me and, I feel dead inside my soul.
I'm writing this for you, hoping you understand,
Why my parents found me in the bathroom,
Bleeding and my arms gashed wide.
Your name written on the wall, written in blood, fresh tears on my face,
I think of you as I lay dying.