Shut up if you will.
I am tired of the drama
Tired of the day
Tired of your shit.
All I want
Is peace and quiet.
None of the noise
None of the shit.
I am on the verge
Of sending you to a city morgue.
So leave me be
And take yourself elsewhere.
My tired mind
And tired body
Cannot handle much more
Of the playing nice.
My tired mind
Is about to snap.
My tired body
Is about to collapse.
So leave me alone.
You and I
Will benefit
From that simple act.
So shut your mouth
Quit the drama
And take yourself elsewhere
Or I swear one of us will drop dead.
The birth of a killer
is quiet in the begining.
The legend left behind
is twisted and lying.
But in the middle,
while the killer is at large,
it is gruesome and bloody.
And death walks among.
I've lost my way.
I don't know where to turn.
I don't know where I am.
So anyone coming up to me,
don't ask for help or directions.
All I will do is make you lost as well.
Do not count on me.
Do not trust me.
I will make you lost or turn on you.
This second is suckish.
This minute is suckish.
This hour,
this day,
this week is suckish.
My life is so damn suckish.
Thanks to that bitchy step mother of mine.
My one day of the year
that belongs to me,
is suckish.
All thanks to her.
Her kids are perfect,
I'm something that crawled out of Hell.
Thats her thoughts.
While her kids do nothing on their days,
mine is occupied by chores and getting yelled at.
So next time she yells,
next time she orders,
she will have me telling her off,
and a knife at her throat.
All because she has made my suckish days.
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