The RetortThe Voice of the Students of Montana State University Billings
January 29th, 2010 by Kyla Mollett Of The Retort Staff
The game is up and it’s over forever
To get inside of my head you think you’re so fucking clever
Remind yourself of all that you have
An untouchable god with a most righteous path
Blame me for the lies you tell yourself to sleep at night
Your life is surely coming to an end the light in the tunnel is oh so bright
You got me where you want me
Your fear your death your choice of insane
I lost all that my life is good for
Your tears your justification your rationalization
You’re so fucking pathetic
You’re so fucking pathetic
You’re so fucking pathetic
Your life is less than amusing
You’re just as nameless as you are thoughtless
Your boundaries are past the point of no return
The defense is up and so are the feelings of pure malice
Never to hate someone as much as a maggot
Crawl under where death won’t even cross to collect your dying breath
You can try to kill me but you'll need your very best
You control what hurts me the most
It's unfair that you do the shit you do
Cold is not even the word to choose for you
If false was emotion you would feel it true
You’re so fucking pathetic
You’re so fucking pathetic
You’re so fucking pathetic
Your life is so meaningless
This article originally appeared in The Retort, Volume 2 Issue 5.