I'm a suicide bomb of heartbreak
Better watch ya step, I'm coming
I'll wear you out until you're physically drained
Sick and messed up
I'm gonna drag you down
I'm a drunken write off
Better jump before I drive you into the ground
I'll frustrate you so bad it'll make you cry
Extreme and unpredictable
I'm gonna freak you out
I'm wearing the black hat
Better run before I shoot you down
I'll bleed you dry, I'll make you scream
Rotten to the bone
I'm gonna make you hate me
Check your stance
Make way for battle scars
Second place is losing face
Check your stance
Make way for battlescars
Second place is losing face
Second place is losing...
this is brilliant. i love the melody of this poem... halfway towards wistful, with a garnish of anger...