Rip me out like a weed
Cause I donāt belong but
Save me from having to sing along
To your song that itās poisoning me
Killing me inside with every note
Every word that doesnāt rhyme with mine
I donāt dance because I like to
I dance cause Iām strung along
By a rope tied around my waist
Like a āpresentā
Left by the cat on your window sill
Just Look what the cat dragged in
I canāt breathe I canāt cope,
Anymore with this shit,
No metafors no similies,
To describe it. Plain stated fact.
Rude, Iāll give you that.
What is it that the black sheep lack?
It was never straight, the lines all jagged.












