Pity Party Over

I think your woeful
you think I'm wrong

You've been hurt
so you're bitter

You hold onto the
damnedest things

I see you in your self
loathing pity party

Everything you do
shouts feel sorry for me

After the hundredth
time,it's old news

I say too fucking bad,
move on, tramp on

Don't fall in so called
love with the unknown

You're a big girl now
it's time you knew better

Time for you to stop
collecting the sorrows

Start dishing out the
fuck it's and fuck yous

Walk through and clear
the damn room

Forget about the pleasantries
none of it fucking matters

Let go and move on
be a tough bitch

Don't let another one
ruin you,rock that mutha fucka