This is about my friend stabbing me in the back over a female. 2008. |
Lie. Cheat. Breathe your deceit. It won’t wipe you down, The dirt on your feet. Girl after girl. Can you even remember? Her eyes? Lips? Hair? The perfect shade of ember. How about the heart? The source of affection. Or the beat that it skips In the birth of attraction. Now take that same object, And see how it feels When it’s ripped from your chest, Then run over by wheels. But wait, you feel no pain When it’s not you that is torn. You say hi, then you flirt, And again, you’re reborn. Ever stop to think About your friends and their feelings? While you lasso their crush, And relax while they’re peeling. Can you sit a turn out For once, you greedy bitch? Let me guess...upon entry “It’s like a cure for the itch!”? Just wait ‘til they find you, All the ones that you played. You think you’ll even have A heart left to be slayed? Don’t mind me, I’m an intelligent virgin. And I’d rather be me Than a wack crooked surgeon. You feeling good yet? Or are you coming unglued!? I’ve sparked an interest in God. You gonna steal Him too? I got news for you. And it’s mostly all bad. Your mistakes will come and go, But they will never call you dad. |