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She wouldn’t guess,

Well maybe she might,

But she’s high on so much shit.

She can't see,

Through the fucking lies.



She wouldn’t understand.

The torment in my head.

The hurricane of thoughts,

Ripping apart my brain.



So much to say,

But so little to tell.

Fucking pain,

Fucking hate.

It’s all to much,

Yet I can't get enough.



Addicted to the torment,

That has become the life I lead.



You want more,

And I’m not sure what to offer.

There’s only so much left before I have to say no.

And you couldn't possible understand,

Behind the blond hair,

Hiding your burnt out brain.

Fucked up from the weed,

Fucked over from the booze.

You’re not what I need.



Yet your there every time I breathe,

You couldn’t understand.

You couldn’t help yourself,

Everyone would know.

I don't trust you,

And I don’t like you.

So how do I get it through your thick skull?

And shriveled brain that I am your friend,

And never will be anything more,

And am very near to being much,

Much less...



You'll never understand me,

So don’t fucking try.

Cause I understand you,

And I want nothing to do with it.