Sicker then your average, causing hysteria,
cause my attitude seems scary to ya,
no one else hears ya, cause no one cares,
no one else trusts you enough to share,
they all see your act as fun at first,
until they see your mind is a curse,
just a vibrate in your purse while you're out with
another of your victims we'll soon miss,
sweet kiss starts good, ends sour,
the time you replay her every next hour,
is starting to devour all my motivation,
what's the point of taking a vacation?
memories will follow me, no matter where,
maybe that's why my attitude sometimes scares,
towards liars i'm impaired, i trust the good,
like others should and never would.