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Fuck You

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Psychotic Good
Hey, maybe it was really me,
Grasping at straws in my own insanity;
Taking from my dad a lesson in addiction,
Thinking this binge will prevent another tragedy.
Love-struck, head stuck in my self-affliction,
Running away from what I can never be.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, but maybe it's inherited,
Horrible examples made room in my head.
Sticking to the plan of a perfect future
Under a risk of dropping down dead,
Chained in a cell with a monster you nurture,
Stagger through the pain, just like my mother said.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was also you,
Never satisfied with everything I tried to do,
Smashing my face then acting surprised,
Rather throw me out than try to get some glue;
Letting me sleep in your torture device
And making me think it's a brave thing too.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was also him,
Slithering around for your every whim,
Painting himself as a perfect knight,
Pushing his image up to the brim,
Using my absence to steal the spotlight
Just so he can make my actions look dim.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, but maybe it is you again,
Thinking that he'll never be more than your friend,
Changing your mind as days go by,
Drawing comparisons to shame me to no end,
Could've cut this link but didn't even try
Letting out your feelings and hitting "Send".

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was more than that,
Actively cheating right behind my back,
Lying to my face so I never knew,
Then shaming me again so I lose track;
Thinking I'm another asset you can use
And waiting for the day I finally crack.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe it was what's-her-face
Thinking there's no evidence she couldn't erase.
Similar methods and similar visions -
Shuffling around cold metal and lace,
Giving out endless suicide missions
And hiding your scars so no one can trace.

You know what? (You know what?)

Hey, maybe I've said too much today,
Wish I couldn't think about the role you have played.
Just when I thought I got out of this
Public lies drag me back and away.
It's a broken puzzle, it's a hateful abyss,
It's a place in my mind where I don't want to stay.

You know what?
Fuck you.

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