Most of this garbage I write, that people seem to like
Is about you, and how I let you infect my life
.And if they got to know you, I doubt that they would see it.
They'd wonder what I showed you...how you could leave it.
Do I sound mad?
Well, I guess I'm a little pissed.
Every action has a point.
Five points make a fist.
Ya close 'em, ya swing 'em.
It hurts when it hits.
And the truth can be a BITCH.
But if the boot fits..