Hatred For Shit-less People

Do I have any friends?
Yeah I have plenty,
but I’d rather drown in your pity,
Go on make me your new charity case.

Look at me, do I look okay to you?
Your blind by nature but it’s time to see the torture,
No I’m not juviniel, look into the mirror,
And ask yourself, are you?

I see how your friends look at me,
They must be wondering what your doing with a lowlife like me,
They’re shouting for you to join them,
While you walk away you look over at me, I do nothing but glare as you walk away.

I see gatherings of people,
One person screams fuck you,
Let’s start a fight so I can rip your face off,
The blood will spatter, the girls will scream, but hey this is a fun game.

Your crawling on the floor,
Rolling over like a dog,
But I’m fucking glad your hurt,
Next time you shouldn’t open your mouth.

All you do is look at me when I fix my hair,
I’m the reason your heart skips a beat in fear,
Just leave with your friends before,
I beat the living shit out of you.

During lunch I’ll be in the corner or in the,
Bathroom stall alone, slitting my wrists,
When I see your face again you better run and hide,
‘Cause I’ve got a knife and I won’t hesitate to use it.

I can see your face now, your scared shitless,
Your friends have left you stranded and unprotected,
Now come on over here and show me what your made of,
You’ve started to protest but that was the wrong move.

Your laying on the floor now with my knife wrenched into you,
Your breathing is getting slower until you pass out dead,
Blood is everywhere and I am laughing ’cause you never,
Should have fucked with me in the first place.