Boasting you slit your throat
After some temporary high.
(You make me sick)
Thinking popularity will win out
And you will never be alone.
(Lonely after that high)
Have I got news for you.
You are sorely mistaken.
(You don’t know how wrong you are)
People laugh at you behind your back
And I laugh with them.
(You’re a joke to us all)
I am not a seraphim,
I am merely one who seeks revenge.
(Why should I be an angel for you)
You stole my life, my loves.
You took my pain and made it yours.
(Thief, you make me sick)
I cannot fight your fire with fire
But I have others, an army to aid me
As you slit your throat.
(I’m watching the show)
We will not weep for you.
You make us sick.
(Your gone, we are no longer sick) |