Funny how you remind me of myself,
All the things I’ve learned to hate
And strived to get over so fast,
It made the world need healing, stat.
I thought I was the worst
To ever be so cursed,
But at least I got over it:
You’re still mired deep in shit.
You can’t see through the trees,
Reflections always please,
And other are unreal;
To you, they cannot feel.
Gonna tell me I’m a fool,
That you’re the one that’s cool?
I’ll give you just one hint, my friend:
You’ll be alone until the end.
You’re got to get a life,
Stop giving other’s strife,
Get off your damn high horse,
That was your plan, of course.
You’re such a god-damn fool.