another friend another whore,
another bullshiter what a bore.
play with these feelings that are inside,
stuck in something so fake and u tell me to bide.
hope worn down and so thin
so many scars beanth the skin
ignorance, to walk away is the only way.
and a fake ok to make the ignorance stay.
something so beautiful fade with it scars tears
and then comes the paranoia and fears.
u say i have problems i say u get pleasure out of yours and others misery.