If I could stand on a mountain and scream my grief I would unleash of my throbbing anger, a heap and then I’d leap into the sky and maybe I’d die…you wish, motherfuckers but I’d really just fly. I remember clearly all the times I got let down and in my self-pity nowadays, I drown but I get up when I get knocked down so I’ll win with a grin, happy like a motherfuckin’ clown. You can prance your prudish ass down the hall all you wish but I, the sinner watch with observant eyes and I pray someday will be your downfall, when everyone sees me with my greatness, they’d hate it, and all. I’m a deep lost soul surrounded by stupid giggles and when I hear your dumb voice my stomach just wiggles, cuz you make me wanna puke in light of your riddles, your shallow conversations, your mind so damn little. And don’t squint your bitch eyes at me like you’re better just because your dull dude never made you feel wetter, just because you’re a prude and a carbon-copy, of society, and you prob’ly fuck through a sheet. Lemme tell you what I’ll do if I see you again, can’t believe I ever tried to make you my friend! I’ll unleash a torrent of hatred towards you and towards all the shit that out of your mouth you spew. And everybody probably thinks I’m crazy but I don’t give a shit anymore, it don’t phase me. I am what I am and you are what you are. You’re an ordinary loser and I’m a star.