"Kieran, you've changed, you'll never be the same again", well what do you expect? you'll never get the situation i'm in, Iv'e got no future ahead of me, no decent past to look back at, just the present to sit back listen to chit chat, about me, that's being said behind my back and when i find out who said all that shit, they'll get thrown into and mosh pit, hit, and left to deal with it, then bodysnatched and shown their own mothers clit, You see every time i hear shit about me, its not the truth and it never will be, so don't get Bitch..y over shit you hear, don't shed another tear, just crack open another beer, 'nd before you grunt and sigh light up a blunt and get high and shoot for the sky, just forget about the cunts that say shit that isn't true all the fuckin' time, its really startin' to affect this mind of mine causing depression and anxiety, making me lose faith in humanity, fucking my head up into making me want to fuck up, any stuck up, attention whorin', very boring, everlast wearing, anal cavity tearing lying fucker, look-a here, now do you still want me here?!
The what they call "facts" that they say that sticks to your mothers mind like fuckin' superglue, but they don't have a clue about what i go through, on a daily basis walkin' round with scruffy shoes, clothes smellin' of booze and i have nothin' to lose so i guess ill start a fight with the first guy too give me the eye, but i dont get far coz im already high, and this guy's cool ive known him since middle school and i think it would be cruel too destroy his rep with one move in front of his whole crew, so i offer an apology but its not accepted, he swings for me, he misses, so he tries again successfully knocking me off my legs, he disses, you really want to see the real me bitches. So i jump back up on my feet, this ain't defeat, this is the time where you get officially beat-en, then im gonna find your family and show them the end. What have i done, my mind can't apprehend
At this point my heart beats thumpin', my mind is racin' and im about to start punchin' again so if i was you i would look where you are goin, coz you really dont want to approach me when im feeling this bad, i feel like my fuckin' dad when he's takin' some pills and he's feeling rad and his face is red because of the amount of drink he's had and he will switch between happy and sad before turnin into a crackhead in rehab and tearing down the walls of this small 4 bedroom house, i wish i was older so i could just end this shit and knock him the fuck out! Ill admit, Im really sick of this life of mine, filled with backstabbin' friends and bitches that dont want you anymore, its fine, coz if this shit carries on, ill be gone, that's why im writin' this song to get the point along, pass me the bong before i put a gun to my temple and squeeze the trigger, coz i can't be fucked with this shit anymore, and guess what simone! i think your a fuckin whore!
