Poem to ME pt. 2
and i'll just keep beating my drum on this horrible dirty floor
and one will smile in my face and leave me to die
and the other will make my life into a lie
i cant get out, i cant even shout, it would be a poor example
and im trying to lead the way, but every day feels like i might just betray
like ill lay in dismay
i cant go on this way, this dizzy day, its nobodies but mine, and ill sit and wait for time
to speed up, but why would i ask for what i know is just a rhyme,
a part of the universe, and i thought this stuff wasnt supposed to hurt.
its the worst time to spurt the truth but its worse
than you know, im trying to grow into this guy that calls all the shots,
raising the bar for these sluts, and its driving me fucking nuts
but its the way i was raised, to appreciate some butts
and if i was a bitch i'd put some cuts
on these wrists, waiting for one true kiss
like a bitch in a tower, just taking a shower
in the slime they provide me, but they would lie to me
this is my chance to be
a fucking hero, and theres zero
percent i'll make it out alive