you know that old saying "when a tree falls in the forest.."
does the same go for you and me?
because if it does i'd love to see you drop dead
and not make a single sound.
the excrutiating pain probably won't be enough for me
so let's make this a challenge.
hide and go seek with a scalpel and shovel.
I cut. I dig. You are buried alive.
Running away only gets you caught faster
and I swear I'm a problem that will catch up to you
even faster than those nostalgic feelings of childhood
because now you've realized
intelligence has nothing to do with maturity
and you're tripping on all your own decisions.
You should learn to tie your shoelaces, boy,
because one more stumble could be your fucking downfall.