**I hate ex-boyfriends.**
What the fuck is wrong with the world today?
Why does everyone hate?
Why does everyone bitch, moan, whine, and complain
About the same fucking thing
Some have had it hard
But most haven’t
Myself included
And everybody wants this [pain]
No one will admit that they are [sane]
It’s the same shit, of they’ve had it hard
In their 2 story house
With their manicured lawn
And their strict parents
And their friends who aren’t good enough
But what about the rest
With their run-down houses
Concrete for a front yard
Abusive parents
No friends
Alone in a world of hate
And you dare to compare yourself to them
You, who has everything paid for in advance
You, who has had everything handed to them
You, who know nothing of struggling
Only [fear]
That someone will recognize you for who you are
A
POSER
Someone who wants attention
Someone who craves sympathy
Someone with nothing better to do than complain
So you [poser] walk up to me
Begging for my attention
Begging for my sympathy
Because your dad yelled at you when you were 8
You call that abuse?
Because your brother played football
You call that being ignored?
Because you’re 20 fucking years old, living with your parents
No job, no money, no bills
Poor pitiful you
So here, here’s a quarter, I think you know the rest
Oh wait, it’s thirty-five cents now isn’t it
Guess you’ll just have to beg good ‘ol mommy and daddy for the rest
You’re abusive
Go ahead blame it on your dad
You’re stupid
Go ahead and blame that on the schools
You put me down just so you can feel important
Go ahead and blame that one on me
You fucking little worthless bastard
Love
L-O-V-E
It’s a privilage not a gift
Something earned, not kept by fear
Or a leash
Around my neck
Telling me I’ll do what you want me to do
Fuck YOU
And your new car
And your new guitar
And your long hair-I’m a rocker look
It’s all fake
No idea is your own
No opinion is your own
No thought is your own
You’re not a rebel
You don’t have a cause
You just read that Kurt Cobain had something to stand for
So you decided to join him
SUICIDE
Go ahead
Threaten it
You’ve done it before
Again and again
And then told me…
Just to see what what I would say
How I would react
Will it shock you
If I throw a party?
Will it shock you
If I help you along?
There’s a million like you
Men, women [boy, girls]
Too pitiful to go on living
Because you have nothing to cry about
Well here’s one for you
Cry about this
Fuck you
And fuck the horse you rode in on
Cause I don’t need all of your hypocritical bullshit
Bringing me down [to hell]
Where you are
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