Friction

They way you act must be a form of addiction,
A infliction cause by friction, from your written fiction, which is all a contradiction.
Its funny how you can insult me with words such as whore,
When you're such a bore, would you like to see the door?
You always start a war, pushing others to the floor,
When you yourself is all you stand up for.
You don't even have anything wrong with you,
When you speak, I hear nothing, and I swear its how you chew.
I might dramatic, problematic and of certain things a fanatic,
But you are simply child gone wild and was always taught to smile.
You make yourself look sweet, and it makes rage like heat,
So I'll sit in the back seat, and as for the fuck I ever gave.
Here, have the receipt.