What the fuck do you think that you did to me?
Offered me some great opportunity
then spit in my face again and again
as I step up.
Now I am trying to clean your fucking mess up.
But you can’t break the habit of bringing me down
Get in my face every morning and every time I come around
Call me an asshole, you used to tear my heart up.
Now call me cold because I just don’t give a fuck.
Call another one of my friends a cunt.
You fucken drunk punk shut the fuck up!
And you have no right to make those accusations
I bet your wondering “Where did my son go?” let’s hope not because I truly hope that you know.
You’re the brick huh? What did you run out of prolepsis comments?
Next time I will not just stand there and let your spit drip.
If there’s alcohol on your breath, I don’t want to hear it.
You always say that no one can talk to me.
But what it is that you don’t seem to see
is that you haven’t tried actually talking
in fucken years. You just get in my face and try your hardest to invoke tears.
Well motherfucker, there here.
You won’t see them
but you will see the scars left on my heart over the years.
And now that there’s damn near nothing left, go ahead read this and do your best.
Do your worst I don’t fucken care.
Finish what’s left