Broken
Bring me closer
To the lover of your game
To shame her face of intent
Hell-bent on screwing me
Into the ground
Mentally "there"
Just unaware
Of where "there" is to me
Don't understand how you don't call at all
Will this effect me?
No, just my perception of every fucking thing
And my girl's hot and cold
Her winter burns a hole through my heart
Don't start on excuses
Or the multiple uses for a rope
Just choke
It's a joke to think that you could be
Choked up over me
I don't even know if you would cry
To hear your laughter make me die
Tick tock, we watch the clock
And wonder why it moves so slow
Your records spins
Your home team wins
And I don't give a fuck
Good for you fuck
How proud am I
Petty problems
Pretty girls
Petty triumphs on your way down
You're wasting your time living for the world
Are you happy
Do you wish for fantasy
I'm not as mad as I look
I wrote my life out in a book
Then I set the book on fire
Sold it to the pretty liar
Said the ashes were magic
From the burning witch
So tragic
Strategies were weaved against me
Use the magic ash to kill me
Because I don't care
And day to day I live and play
And petty problems are just that
But these thoughts stir jealousy
And misinterpretation
For all I had to say aloud
I wrote and burned and handed down
So throw my words back in my face
I'll laugh at you and walk away
My time moves to fast to stay