Nevermind

... I was going to tell you, this is the album, to which, I'm listening. While the rage and spite in my pen keep the ink glistening.

I considered your...

betrayal. I mean... I let you in.

Never... ever... fuck-a-fool. Never let emotions, tear your judgment apart. Aw, but fuck me.

I had to use my heart. Trust glass, words... Instead of actions,

"Something in the way" you fooled, me... Smelled like, teen spirit. So?

I played the good friend... then the girlfriend... then the good thing... then the somewhat...

then the nothing.

Desperately, torn to pieces trying to be someone... something.

No win.

No you.

No trust.

No view.

Just hatred.

Disdain.

Disgust.

Defiled...

Repulsed...

by you.

So here I am, worn... bruised

listening to Breed.

recalling your bullshit

and, even my brain, bleeds.

So I fucking engulf my lobes.

to the bass and shred of guitar, strings...

While the bass sings.

Let the grunge soak the melancholy of my mistakes up,

like, bloody water in a sponge

and my folly be buried in a lounge act.

Even in his youth he was a whore...

and even told me that. With all their drain you,

fabricated facts and territorial pissings.

On a plain, endless, nameless.

Come as you are, stay away...

Curmudgeon, kind of fuckery

I couldn't deal with (or read) in any way. This motherfucker

front man, Imodium show.

You will never be, as EPIC, as Cobain you know?

You'll die a Lithium, old age. Eaten whole by your inner rage.

Here she comes now.

All that talk.

Verse chorus verse.

Polly.

Fuck you... Nevermind.

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