It's simple... you suck.

angered by the reactions I hear from your mouth
you respect what I do, but not who I am
you won't admit it, but we once were good friends
I would rant to you, and you would consider things
You in fact were once kind to me.

But not anymore.

A joke, a random phrase,
anything at all,
and you try and rip to its grave.
Call me crazy
but didn't you used to steal other people's jokes?

Jerk. Go, write down your thoughts and hide them.
Silly little metal head can't be brought to truth
only loud music, strong opinons, and a dark purple bruise

I have a craving to beat the shit out of you
but I know I never will
you asshole, set in your ways
there will come a day when you sit down
and regret everything...
when you actually care about everything that's left your grasp

I should have never helped  you,
the moment I did, I stopped mattering
and your ego slipped into a world of its own
taller than trees
bigger than the universe in which you are actually
and miniscule dot in
in fact, even smaller
smaller
smaller than you assume


go. ROT... please, there isn't anything left you can prove
I can never again like you
I don't respect who you are. Or what you do.
you suck, we're through.