Bullshit
How much of you is bullshit? ~ What's the truth inside your head? ~ Will there be any of you left when all the shit in you is dead? ~ Everything I had, you tried to take ~ You held me down and tried to make me break ~ Tried to run, but you bound me tight ~ said, what's the use? why try to fight? ~ Hey, don't worry, it'll be all right ~ ...(I swear) ~ Your games are getting old ~ I'm feeling bought and sold ~ In time, my mind may forget all this ~ but my heart won't forgive your trespasses / And if silence is golden, you tarnished long ago ~ And if brevity's the soul of wit, you've gone on too long to know ~ If idle minds are the devil's playground, you're his favorite place to go ~ And if ignorance is bliss, you've found nirvana / Tired of being your punch-line ~ your punching bag ~ your shrink analyzing your screwed up mind ~ (take two, don't call me in the morning) ~ You keep telling me I've changed ~ Don't you ever think it might be you? ~ Can't see things from my point of view ~ your head's shoved too far up your ass ~ You wade in insecurity ~ radiate immaturity ~ I'm tired of you shoving it all down my throat / [chorus] / You're all strung out ~ whacked out ~ with your dual personalities ~ Blackout ~ overload ~ then blame it on me ~ Cut me down and then wonder why I'm mad ~ Ambiguity ~ should be your middle name ~ There are no rules to your games ~ Fucked up hypocrite with no shame ~ Well, today's the day, that's it--I quit.
Copyright ©1999 by Veronica L. F. Jensen
