"Ignorance"
Why do you act this way?
Why does it seem to you
That ya can be so unkeen?
I know this may sound insensitive of me
But all of the things you say amount to nothing
Go back to who you were before
You have no allies, you fight nonstop, but what for?
Is this all a big game to you?
Emotions are not to be played with like you do
So I ask you again and again
What do you think you’re getting accomplished?
You try to seek the pain
You try to revolve around everyone
You try to get under their skin
But you try too damn hard or maybe too less?
Because it makes no difference
All it shows is your ignorance
Feeling down in the dumps?
Feeling kind of blue?
Take it outside, you
And maybe you will be appreciated then
Could it be maybe you need some assistance
Wait outside, I’ll be with you in a minute
And when that minute’s over, you’ll be finished
You won’t be able to bug or hate on me anymore
Like I said, go back in time to before
You were this ignorant jerk of all beings
Couldn’t you just dissipate in your feelings? (for once)
Funny how you think this needs to happen
Funny how you’re always "right"
Funny how that is still the case despite
The proof that I am the one who is this time
The one standing at the front of the line
And yet you still are unkept
You never did listen to what we said
You never really cared
You never really wanted anything out of it
All you’ll ever receive is ish, ish, ish
Finally we sat and had a talk about this
Sometimes I have to just stick up for myself
Sometimes I just have to wait and see
What the causes and effects of this war are said to be
If I die before I wake
Let me know if you burn at the stake
Someone please excuse
The fact that I use
That phrase all too intently
I have to go and purchase a Bentley
That has my name on my license plate
With a bumper sticker that reads:
“At least I know what it takes”
To get over the hill and through the bushes
Without ‘badass’ responses and immature pushes
Why should I sit around and wait
For you to come back with the tapes
Of you before you changed to the fake
When I can tell your address to Satan
He’ll sort you about
Wow, at night, the freaks sure do come out
