Shit, talk about a beautiful dark twisted fantasy
When your trying to convince yourself that actualities aren't happening
I would of been the man who stepped up for you
Instead i was that doormat i got stepped on for you
Im done with it, you took my heart and punted it but ill run with it
What a fuckin bitch to the cliche, got me running relays just to feel like me again
I will never be the same and the worst part, i can't tell exactly what you did to my heart
Is it still there at all or is it just dark? and if it is dark is that an end or a start?
I guess it depends on your opinion, hell bent a cynicism is how i feel half the time
In this mind i call a prison, it used to be free, i used to be me
Before my delusion that you could be queen of my castle
I would of had you feeling like gold but guess i wasn't ample
You took my apple, ate to the core, and now just like Jake im a wolf, im a dog
You made me a beast
In laymen's ive ceased to play with disease, she plays between sheets
The prodigal bitch with the logic of kids and the teeth of a shark and the smell of a fish
The conviction of drunks, the hygiene of punks
She laughs in the dark with a hyenas tongue
Used to be Simba but she made me Scar
Like the back of her throat while she sucks dick at bars
Im terribly sorry but hell isnt for me my skeleton darling
Remember that falling only applies to those that ask for it
You were a sadist you made me a masochist, she put a mask on slick
Made me like Jason, promised vacation came through with frustration
I do not care anymore what our fate is, whos killing who? im sick of waiting
Am i killing love or are you killing lust? either way my heart is fucked
Either way your pussy getting plugged till its looser than screws in your head you damn slut
You mad at the truth? go and bitch at Oprah
You mad that you pussy stank? learn about soap suds
You mad you can't afford to be a drunken whore?
Then just like your new man, downgrade, drink cobra
Mister Michael Rossler is done with your shit hoe
Eject the pain like a bullet from a pistol
A bulletin to kin folk, never do what i did
Fall for a storm disguised as un violent
A venus flytrap disguised as a violet, and i was the bug who had bad timing
A poisonous fruit that appeared to be ripened
When i was with her i wasn't even writing
Im a bastard now, is this what you wanted am i more attractive now? im giving im tapping out, im giving up im tapping out
Im tapping out im tapping out
Im tapping out im tapping out