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I wonder what it means to be the reason that I'm pissed.

I'm sick of all the frickin bullcrap, why so much of this?

I'm lost and tired, who required you to act like such a faggot,

Screw this crap, I couldn't take it any other way, so drag it,

Out and in my closet when you're near me so you can't see me lose it,

Every day, I'm done, I quit this crap, I just can't take the bruises.

I feel like I'm always complaining, this or that or something else.

Maybe it's my eyes just straining, trying hard to change myself.

Nothing I can do, always such a fool.

I can't frickin stand myself now, don't see how you could.

I really can't be myself now, not sure how I would.

Love to frickin off myself now, but don't guess I should.

Based upon the past I've lived, I can't handle the future.

Present's all I've got, I guess, and why not be immature?

So in the end, all I'm saying is two simple sounds.

Two short letters, so offensive, just messin around.

      - Lo Ruhamah