Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Fakes

I hate the ones that fake their hurting,
They act all emotionally fucked,
They scratch their wrist and say its cut,
Say they’re so screwed up,

But if they actually had a problem,
I know they couldn’t cope,
Maybe I should help them,
Put the slip into the rope,

I could pull the chair out from underneath them,
Or finish their fake little letter,
Maybe I could kill their friends,
Just to teach them better,

They act all misunderstood,
Like they are so hard done by,
They act like no one could,
Be better then them,

But one day they’ll fall,
And they will crash and burn,
They’ll see that they aren’t all,
It’s the only way they’ll learn.

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