I'm feeling so tierd so sick of it all.
All the lies said to me were paintings.
That I hung up in my shameful hall.
Every single one is a part of me.
That contributed to my misery.
I finally realize that I don't want nobody.
I myself alone am one and whole.
I'm so used to the game by now.
I know it like the back of my hand.
I'd rather not waste my time with love.
I don't give a fuck if you don't undestand.
Because right now this is just who I am.
You'd feel the same if you were broken.
I give you fair warning, don't look at me.
If you do you'll surely turn to stone.
You'll see your death in my eyes.
As I frame everyone of your lies.
Now your a part of my collection.
You'll make for a torturous addition.
To my hall of fools and nobodies.
I feel so weark and so strained.
Playing the tricky levels of this game.
Do know this though,I intend to win.
I'm going to come up on top.
While your framed soul rots.
No one has anything left to show me.
I'll take solace in wanting nobody.