Mockery

How can you not see what you're doing to me;
How can you be so dumb?
Made a  mockery;
of everything they strive be be.
Now I'm gonna make you numb.
You won't need someone.
Till you world comes crumbling down.


How do you feel? How does It fucking feel? To be a mockery?
To make fun of what sets them free? How do you feel; to want all the attention
when you don't have the potention? To want all this tension? The recignition; The deception.

How can you not see? Sipping the poisioned tea.
The arsneic apple; then fall out the apple tree,
but don't notice the scrapes on your knees.
Sometimes I wish I could go back;
Because fall of the bike, get scraped knees?
Their an easy fix.
But broken hearts?
Those can really be a bitch.

How do you steal; my name? Steal my presence with no shame? How does it grasp you to be ashamed? How does it make you feel to be the blame? How do you want all this negative attention?
To always be mentioned? To have that be your claim to fame? How does it feel to have such bad intentions? But never mention; because you like it all the same. You like all the stains. You love in vain.

How can you not feel?
Why aren't you real?
don't be oblivious;
It's completely obvious.
Be a bit more serious;
Because I can be a bit more vicious.

You're a mockery; of what it means to be to be free.
Get off my property;
Or do shit properly.
Don't be a mockery, of me.
You're a mockery to me.
A mockery of me.