Stupid Fucking People

Fuck the bitches that creep up upon us from behind
They are shit to us now
They think they are cool cause they got a gun with some measily bullets in the barrel
Bullets can't kill the nineteen years I have built around this foundation
Call me a fatass or call me a faggot
But I'd rather tell the truth then live like your lies
Yes I'm fat and
Yes I'm a fag
Yes you are assholes
Yes you need to die

You go through life like you go through clothes
It don't fit, let's put some new shit on so we look good on the outside
Don't worry about the inside, we can bury that under the wooden panels on the floor,
under the foundation of yourselves
under the skin of your soul
you fucking pricks
you think you're fine, but you're all living a fucking lie
frollicking through life as if it were all happiness and giggles
STOP pretending you are fine
STOP saying shit that don't make no sense
STOP bringing me down to your level
START listening to those around you
"You're a fucking asshole. Go die" LISTEN
START focusing on making yourself feel better rather then making others feel down
You need to realize that you're in pain and need to be healed
those scars are like cuts upon your wrists
they stopped bleeding but there is a scar left behind
like after surgery, they cut you open and sew you shut leaving a memory scar on you skin
to remind you that you are missing a part of you or that something is wrong with you now

Open your eyes before they close forever
One day you could fall over dead
One day you could get shot in the heart: an instant end to one's life
One day you could get cancer, AIDS or HIV
One day you could be forgotten, and that is just as bad as dying

And then you will wish you were dead...