Yes, I’m disturbed
This much is true
But the question is
How much more
Am I than you
The problem we have
Is opinion you see
You call me sick
Though I think it’s you
Not me
True, my thoughts do race
My ideas, fleeting at best
And my conscience won’t sleep
Through a tortured
Nights rest
My heart does bleed
For the innocent and meek
And my soul prays for death
Everyday of the week
But I’d rather live
The way that I do
Than be cold-hearted,
Unfeeling,
And perfect like you
and still you don't listen to me!
;)
~"Than be cold-hearted,
Unfeeling,
And perfect like you"
AWSOME LINE!!