A Parcel full of Hate.

Do this, do that,
oh my god its endless.
You'd think after screaming so much,
you'd eventually become breathless!

But no, ofcourse you just keep going,
does it ever stop?
I feel so used,
like I was brought up in a Pawn shop!

This feeling isn't so great,
can't you see it in my eyes?
Or is this fake smile,
a perfect disguise?

Well I've had enough of this disguise,
the mask is coming off.
I'm gonna tell you how I feel,
so you better lay off!

You might take my phone away,
you might cancel my schedule.
Not no need to worry,
Im giving you a parcel.

A parcel full of hate,
a parcel full of deceit.
You say you gave birth to me?
Well here's the god damn receipt!