Not my sorrow

Smash another door in my face

I couldn't really care less

Oh c'mon and call me another name

Like I would relate ... to ... it

Oh dear boasters 'round

I'll drop this sarcasm o'mine

If you would only

Drop ... your ... self

And I know I'm so much worse

When all of you are way better

I must be oh so wrong trying

To keep up my ... self ... esteem

Oh dear know-it-alls

I couldn't really understand

All of your "smart" theories

Oh no I ... simply ... can't

You're like a ticking time bomb

Glued in between my hands

Knowing the shock of shaking it loose

Will make ... it ... say ... BOOM

But the nerve of holding on

Postponing the noise and mess

It surely and definitely would be

Makes ... me ... ex ... plode

What's now left of that thing

That remains silently nameless

In my demented failing memory

To keep ... the pieces ... together

But through all your webs o' lies

I proudly keep my head up high

You can put me through this pain

But suffering ... is ... optional

And the choice is up to me

This time it ain't my sorrow

No way, it won't