My hairs a mess,
My nails aren't done,
I've gained some weight,
now hand me a gun.
My emotions are scattered on the floor, my heart is akin,
I feel no more.
You'd think I would be happy,
because of everything I do have
but I'm still sad.
They say guys are pigs,
but your far beyond that,
Your more like a bastard, dirrty little rat.
"Ya", that about sums it up!
Your nothing important,
your my spit in a cup.
I wish I could tell my heart the same thing, so that I could break it free and let it sing.
