Being patient can bore you, paint drying,
i know you're a snore too, stop lying,
i'll stop trying when i stop thinking you're a hotty,
when i skip on gottis, over my dead body,
shots fired from the shotty, hit their mark,
scattered bullets gently land inside parks,
lay and roll innocently for a kid to pick up,
while he's walking home after playing a game of pick up,
eat too much happiness, hiccup the next day,
nothing will ever be the same way,
except your heart beating, breath showing in a cold room,
waking up getting more tired each day of the same old gloom,
either let me be doomed or let me be reborn,
action must be taken to keep from being torn,
between thel ife i lead and the life i want,
exterminating my hearing so i no longer hear her taunts.