LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

who needs talent
when you've got funds
                                          money
                             moolah
who needs passion when you have cold hard cash?
a sensitive artist seems so brash
who needs skills when you've got dollars?
practice time like bantha fodder
who wants abstract when you've got concrete?
tangible things are worth more, my treat
who needs art when you've got funds?
who needs bullets if you've got a gun?

shadows linger like the stench of your presence
i hope you choke on the **** of life
the knowledge of your name disgusts me
i know you'll burn just like the rest
everyone's struggling so what makes you so different
the depths await and my bags are packed
perhaps you should get packing too.

*****  your  promises  and  kissess
I'm  the  on­e  who  always  loses
believing  every  word  you ­ say
hoping  it  will  make  things  okay

I'm  ­sick  and  tired  of  your  game
we  both  know ­ this  is  lame
you're  a  lion  that  can't  ­be  tamed
and  I'm  just  an  ant,  who's  afra­id  of  a  little  *rain

I Don't Want to Fight Anymore

I don't want to fight with you
anymore.

I am just projecting
the ugly tangled thoughts
that plague my mind.

It's easier to make you hurt
than to feel it myself.

It's easier to access the ugly
than embrace the beautiful.

Most of the time,
it's easier to just hate you
instead of give you the love
you so deserve.

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