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MY WORDS CONTAIN MATURE SUBJECT MATTER/MATURE READERS ONLY. THANKS. queer punk/singer/writer/film maker/custom leather maker...tattoos, music...i think the words posted on here say enough about me...if you care to read... everything posted here is copywritten 2007/2008.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

stronger than you

Fuck yeah I feel it. Fuckin’ hell.
so what if I don't handle it too well.
enough of this bullshit... you wanna call me crazy?
congratulations, yeah, I am fucking crazy.
so is she and he is too, so we really are all the same,
'cept I have no interest in playing your shallow game!
Fuck all of you for wearing your masks.
all ya ever had to do was fucking ask!
your fake smiles and bullshit egos
are just hiding your lame and pathetic woes.
keep reading mine, they're on my sleeve...
if you don't like what you see, then just leave.
jesus fucking christ, what a freakin’ joke you are,
just keep on saying that I've gone too far!
well, I fucking have and I ain't coming back...
now I've gone and slipped through the cracks!
I don't want to know the way that you think,
just leave me alone, just give me a drink...
you clue-lessly keep whining that I'm bitter?
stupid children! I'm not your fucking baby-sitter.
I’ve snapped so deal with it or get lost.
the product is broken so I'll pay the cost.
my snap is louder than yours...my face is more honest than yours.
if you hear a sound, that'd be me slamming the doors!
you want to make me feel guilty, well, I ain't got no shame...
try holding up a mirror if you're looking for blame....
you make me feel sick, yeah, you make me cough...
stop pointing your finger or i'll break it off.
I find it funny and pathetically sad
that you don't even realize what you had.
you fed me the drugs, you adored me a mess
you poured the booze down my throat and lapped up the rest
my pain and your hard-on were a perfect fit
and then you called me a junkie when i was over it
you threw me up against a wall, handcuffs and all
then snorted your drugs and prayed for me to fall
you've alienated me, well, i guess that's how it goes
try talking to me without all that coke up your nose
you try to knock me down, you try and make me feel like shit!
well, here's an idea; your face-my spit.
I've heard you've been sayin' i've gone too far
tell me, just who do you think you are?
I never did anything wrong to any of you
'cept to be a real friend, honest and true.
if you ain't buyin' it don't bother tryin' it
don't scream at it and for god's sake, don't cry in it!!!
you know what you are? You're weak and insecure...
I've already read that book and I found it's a bore.
at this point it's worthless, those words that you said
with your tongues up the ass of the guy who wished me dead
you turned your back when i was at my worst
you'd drag the east river just to laugh at my corpse
i'm on a higher path, i'm on a never-ending quest
while you're stuffing your faces at a back-yard loser fest!
ya can't kill me, you should just understand
I've cheated death from much stronger hands
you think you know life, you think you have goals?
well, mine is right here inside of me, right inside my soul
keep talking shit about me, keep shaking your heads...
keep sucking your thumbs, keep wetting your beds!
this knife in my hand is not pointed at you
but ya can't help but talk about me and everything i do
makin' me your scape-goat, you need one that bad
well, if you ask me, that' s pretty fucking sad
sure, it hurts for me to face it, i only ever wanted the best
but i'm ready to put all your bullshit to rest.
good luck. i have pity, not hate.

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