28 November 2012
Feelings of hate and rage
Directed all at you
I wish you weren't such a dickhead.
It's not gonna help you
You see you're pissing me off
And my temper's worn and frayed
I'm not letting go of what you said
And all those 'jokes' you played
It wasn't funny to me
Since it was me you were laughing at
You'd always stay away
From where I was sat
And now I'm quite ready to do you in
And now you're scared of me
But you still call me names from a distance.
And that's not how it's gonna be
You tried to stab me today
With a plastic excuse for a knife
Not once did I shy away.
Not once did I fear for my life.
I put up my arm in protection
And that alone shattered your pitiful war toy
Now go play with your other fake weapons
Because despite appearances, you're still just a boy.
Now I've had enough of your cheek
And your puny excuse for a fight.
Now I'm seriously angry at you.
If you're clever you'll run for your life.
Dickhead • Opuss № I