Forcing Game Seven From Your Bedroom Poem by Nicholas Neato

Want something written about you?
Your a liar and a fake
Who's not worthy of even
Half of the love that I make
For every broken promise
Another part of me you take
So you can only blame yourself
For all your careless mistakes

And now all you'll get
Is the big 'I told you so'
No matter how many times I say it
You'll never really know
Your just an amateur
Playing games with pros
So now I'm gonna shut you up
And feed you to the crows

I'll stop this bleeding
I'll lick my wounds
I'll soon recover
I'll sleep past noon
I never needed to feed
You always needed a silver spoon
Your only forcing game seven
Becuase it's taking place in your room

Now I'm doing my best
To keep myself calm
I really hope your dads proud of you
You'll be just like your mom