Please

Failed to see I’m sick of this chances are you are oblivious to how I feel
standing on your throne and
I’m sure that I’m not alone, not alone, not alone.
Tell me please, who the fuck do you want me to be? Was there something I couldn’t see? Never knew this
would be so political and please I’m still wearing this miserable skin and its
starting to come from
within but it’s obvious that doesn’t bother you, so please
I didn’t think that you’d sell me out now I know what you’re all about.
You might feel in control of things. But you’re not holding all the strings. All the strings,
all the strings.
Swallow all your anger I’ve swallowed all my pride you used up all your chances
to keep this all inside
tell me please.
So please don’t be telling me its ok I don’t buy all the shit that you say and
quite honestly I’m fucking
sick of it so please if I cut off this nose from my face then I wouldn’t feel
so out of place but it still
wouldn’t be quite enough for you, so please.