You disgust me,
For the flith you are,
Lie to yourself,
For the one you pretend to be,
Hate yourself,
'Cause you gave up on your dreams,
You can think that you've got everyone and everything in the palm of your hand,
When you have a rainy day you're on everyone's shoulder,
You're so cool,
You've got a pack of girls that say they'll 'stick through',
And just like before you're all alone and you hate it,
You can't really think that everyone 'likes' you?
Because, you really hate everyone else,
Because, you're afraid that they'll deny you first,
You have ran out of luck,
No where to turn to,
No where to run,
Blame yourself for the ones who said sorry,
When you looked at the gun,
And this is what you hoped for,
This is what you wanted,
And it's exactly what you got.
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Blame yourself for the ones who said sorry, When you looked at the gun, And this is what you hoped for, This is what you wanted, And it's exactly what you got. Amazing poetry, well done