You think you’re special
and I don’t care
I hope you remember that you’re fucking stupid, you fucking liar.
All you’re good for is a lie.
So what are you gonna do, cry about it?
I bet you think this is about you.
So what are you gonna do?
Cry about it?
Cry, the coward’s intuition.
So what now?
What now? What’s the problem now?
You can be replaced.
You’re not special.
What’s wrong? Been handed a bad set of cards in life? Let me ask you something: What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do to change it?
You’re nothing but a liar cloaked in normalcy and I am just a cripple.
You will never make a difference.