"The Pupils Of Mistrust"

"I'm here for you"  
"I got your back"  
"Talk to me if you need too"  
"Bros before hoes"  
"I Love You"  
"I need you"  
I've heard it all before,  
From the twisted souls around me.  
The eyes, smile, and personality,  
It's all hides behind the wrath of the dark side.  
I wouldn't open my door for you if you were the last on hell's playground.  
I can see through the peephole and right through you.  
Rely on oneself because the others are pennies,  
Two faced and worthless!  
I can't trust myself, so why would I put my trust in you?  
Look deep into my eyes and ask yourself if I'm telling the truth.  
Star into my spiral pupils and tell me if I really give a fuck about you.  
I say "You can trust me", but truth be told,  
I work for the other side.  
The devil doesn't give a fuck about your time in need.  
That's what this dark soul will always tell you.  
It's a different kind of love,  
A love for misery, aggression, pain, and darkness.  
Ain't nobody here to save you from your troubles.  
You're all alone under the cold misty rainfall.  
It's raining bullets and I'm walking through 'em.  
Alone is breezy wind, inhaling black tar toxic.  
I don't need help, now please drive away,  
Cause I'm about to murder this pain with a sharp syringe needle.  
Standing next to my figure, I'm allowing the horned one to take over my soul.  
I sold my peace of mind, for a quarter sack of darkness and misery.  
Snorting stimulants to escape myself and my hell-bound fury.  
Blowing O's to keep my pupil spiraling out of control.  
Welcome to the land of death.  
Come back to find the same two-faced, souls.  
Nothing new to look at but the same old' Pupils Of Mistrust.