Shit’s so bad, I woke up pissed
Sun-kissed and dissed, this fit hit me like a fist
Needing a tryst with the slits in my wrist
The glitz and the glam of this sham are not to be missed
You say you’re grateful
But that’s it. You say it
Words can be as useless
As a game people aren’t playing
There’s a flood of hypocrisy
We’ve been displaying
And yet, so desperate to call
Other people out within the fray
What’s worse is you’re not punished
But in fact, rewarded
For the way you treated me
You aborted me
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E.J. Tangonan
It's not hard doing self-deprecating humor. I just suck at it.
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