I'm tired of always being under you. You're nice to talk to but everytime I turn my back you talk bullshit. What kind of rolemodell is that? You're friends were so right about you. You're sick. I don't care if you go I will still be here alot longer than you. You make me sick, and I can't be the only one who thinks that. You've been all upp in my face, out of line and out of space. Talk about false facts everytime I'm turning my back. I shake the ground that you stand on, I still be here when you're long gone. This world if mine you can't have that okey? You know, sometimes you don't know what you've seen the damage.