I probably should have mentioned,
that this moment is fleeting
and we have but an instant
to make that impression revealing.
I – the open book,
though you never liked it at all.
Thought you had what it took,
guess that I was wrong.
Hope it’ll never come as a great shock
to your flexible moral code,
took what you needed
and left me standing in the road.
And there I stood, a twice blind fool,
’til along came a bus;
to shake me out of my reflections
and return me to the dust.
– Yeah, you had a fuckin’ impact,
on this broken shell that was,
is a being empty,
blind cataract – seeing what it does.
You walk and talk and fuckin’ suck,
never think to wonder how or why?
Just drain and take all that you need,
give token, bullshit promises
and leave them when they’re dry.
Manipulator – need your fix
act like you’re the dominatrix
to cover your submissive ass,
because he hurt you in the past.
And you whine and cry,
think suicide when you’re alone.
Inside you’ll die,
without your other
to get you by;
it cuts you to the bone.
It’s gonna come back around,
hope you’ve all stocked up on suckers,
because this pain remains
what you’ve made, motherfuckers!
HG – 2000-2005
