Patched up Disaster

Walk away you patched up disaster,

You think you know better but you really don’t.

You walk alone in a world of temptation,

Thinking the world you live in hates your every move.

I’m sick of the bulls*it you sing to me daily,

The necessity of tears and pain in your life…

I would feed off you and make it productive

But your blood stains the inside of my mouth.

I wish I could hit you and show you the truth,

The world you live in was created by you

And nothing you can say will change the fact,

That I’m too tired to listen,

Shut the fu*k up.