Don't throw that shit in my face Just because I haven't been given grace You think that gives you the right To tell me how I am suppose to want to fight?

I hate the way you are right now I really wish I could kill you...somehow You bitch about what I do Maybe you should look in the mirror, there's a clue

I'm no more perfect than you But you already seem to know that is true At least I learn from what I have done But then again, to you this is fun

It doesn't matter what I say You will go your own way And when you finally fall down You won't find me anywhere around

By: Mika Buell March 9, 2001 6:35 pm