Why Do They Talk

by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden   Mar 9, 2006


Why do they talk
And why do I cry
Why do they ignore
And why do I care
Why do they stare
And why do I mind
Why is everyone so unkind
Why hasn't cruelty been redefined
Because it's always been the same
I know the answer to that
There were always words
Behind ones back
Kindness is something humanity
Lacks
Why do they brag
Why do they boast
Everyone else's body
They make into toast
They care about looks
They insult your clothes
They play connect the dots
With the acne on your nose
They tease and they taunt
We cry as they flaunt
We hide away in shame
As they call all of us lame
They call us geeks
They call us dorks
They say I'm weird
I say they're mean
I say they need a lesson from me
I say you join
I say a cult
I say the bit**es we tease with
Our cult
I say we trick
I say we play
I say we get back for calling us gay
I say I like gays
I say they're fine
I say they should join
Let me remind
They were hurt too
Lets redefine the word gay me and
You
I say we get em
I say we try
I say we get back at all the bad
Guys
They may be popular
Doesn't mean they have to bit*h
So come one come all
All of you pitch in
We are all tired of you preppy
People bit**in
I'm not saying
That I'm against all
Just against the ones
That laugh when we fall
The ones that trip us
And we are the tripped
Well I'm tried of my feelings
Being stepped on and ripped
I say a cult
I say you join
I say I'm tried
Of all the talk
The sound of there voices and
Our names being dropped
I say we start
I'll call it a cult
Are you ready
To play hide and seek
We'll seek out the jack as s es
And watch their blood leak
s uch fuc king a sse s

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  • 18 years ago

    by alive in death

    It's a matter of what you let control over your life. you can let someone make you hate. you can let someone provoke you. you can let them make you so angry enough to seek revenge, but in the end you go to far, everyone does. when we give in to letting anger rule over forgiveness, we become weak. i know, because i did it, and now i'm want to kill myself over the memories in my head, those sick things i did being replayed over and over agiane.

    just remember..... the root of all anger is:

    FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR
    ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
    thats what i hear all the time in my head : FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR.

    dont let fear kill your mind like i let it do to mine,
    please...
    phil

    5/5

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