Please by Staind
Category: Blogging
Current mood:  blank

Tell  me, please.
Who the f*** did you want me to be?
Was it something that I couldn't see?
Never knew this would be so political.
And, please.
I'm still wearing this miserable skin,
and it's starting to tear from within,
but it's obvious that doesn't bother you.
So please.
don't keep telling me that it's okay.
I don't buy all the sh*t that you say.
And quite honestly I'm f***ing sick of it.
So, please.
If I cut off this nose from my face,
then I wouldn't feel so out of place,
but it still wouldn't be quite enough for you.
So, please.