maandag 13 juli 2009

( Uit woede)

Hello.
You don't know me,
and I suspect you don't want to,
But I know you, you see.
I know all about you.
You think you're brilliant, much better than them.

You see a mirror and fall in love again.
The reflection you see is different to what's there.

If you saw what's real, you'd be less likely to stare.
You see a girl - pretty, artistic, with hair like jet -
Much too smart and able to end up full of regret.

You think that she's safe from judgement or guilt,
So I hope it goes well when you get it all rebuilt,
Because, as you may have noticed,
you may have guessed
I have some different feelings, which aren't the best.

I think you're an arrogant, shallow, manipulating fool,
And I would much rather if your genes were kept out of our pool.

You think that your worst is definitely good enough
To make the rest of us feel like you know your stuff.

It doesn't work, though, we can see through it,And to be honest,
I think that a lot of it's shit.
And if all this is true, what will I do?
Well soon enough, you see, I
will fuck you
UP.

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