The thing is...
I've got one hundred other people in my ear telling Me how great I am. How fantastic.
So why the fuck do I listen to You?
Why should Any of you get the best part of Me?
So you can destroy that as well? Go on. Call me a Fucked up Person.
One more time.
It'll be the last thing you ever get to say.
I'm not that unhappy. Why would I be?
I'm on drugs.
If you are right then I'm in denial.
The Meaning Of Life?
To keep going until you can't anymore.
I'm just a part of the pecking order. People throw me their scraps.
I'm not mental. I just think differently to You.
What I've neglected to tell you I'll keep to Myself from now on.
Am I really such a fuckwit that You'd leave me and say you'd call DOCS on me?
That my Mother and Sisters would back you up?
They're not saying that I'm fucked. They're saying that I am fucked for staying with you.
I should let you go. Once and for all.
You are no longer mine. I'm no longer yours.
Plan your life without me in it. You can't even go to the donut shop on your own.
You thought u=you hated me before? You ain't seen nothing yet.
Yesterday I thought you said you loved me.
Now I know how wrong I am. You can want Me back next time.
It's a fucking relief when you are gone.
You can hate me as long as you like but you won't see Little Son destitute and living poorly.
He's already better off with you gone.
I will undergo a lie detector test if I have to prove Everything I say is Truth.
I will sleep better tonight cos you're not here.
Zero you say can hurt Me anymore.
Labels: Posted by Twisted