The yellow envelope
on a shelf in my name
its mine
let me have it
i know you son of a bithc
think its funny
you have no idea what
its like i miss the boy
with the soft stare
a room full of people
and the stupid consensus
spinning around
you're a piece of shit
bethany quit begging for acceptance
i know
the smirk on your face
the girl ran on you
sweety i stood by the closet
my reflection dark and quiet
think otherwise
and go ahead
tell on me
i'll rip your throat open
when the moon is bright
