I'm not insane, i just stop to think about you and your arrogance. I think about you laying in my bed, slithering around quickly on the wet sheets, why can't you stay more than five hours? Things are finished waiting wanting hating you for being. We are all living but you are alone in your world. Today you were great and you left me alone - think about your answering machine voice mail your phone. Life was more important things to do than deal with your shit. Life is society and we make me sick. Slaughter poor men let the smoke take us over

so why do i feel you on me, you dick? You aren't who i thought at first, are you the guy who saved me from "all of this" or are you some drunk dirty bastard off the street, gun in my face, you are already too far in, i'm lost and gone and cry out to the world who doesn't give a shit about me.