my back aches and im overwhelmed
the sound of the public, my own personal hell
the whining of children, the most agitating music
i miss when time was only illusion
im trapped in a world ran by humans
where youre the monster for showing your bruises
"im sick of people being fuckin assholes"
says the woman to the her man
they're complaints are relatable
but they only do it because they can
not because they plan to solve it, or make a change
but because they feel the need to spread their rage
i keep mine safe inside until it overflows
like the time i nearly killed a bitch by wringing her throat
that was the first time i took over and it wasnt the last
im probably behind all the times we got kicked out of class
and why we shut down for a year and graduated late
and through all of this, she still cant hate me
its probably stupid but i wish she did
maybe then she'd cast me out and id be.. i dont know, dead?
no, i cant die, all i ever do is wake up
and ill always be stuck with her but at least i can wear her makeup.