By: J. Michelle House
Letting my life tear apart, watching me go insane
They watch me as I clench my fist
They stare at the scars I left on my wrist
They don't like my music or my love Kurt Cobain
I guess 'cause he's in hell smoking weed and cocaine
But my friends are smoking blunts and downing 40's to get high
I join them in their misery but no one cares about why
They see my messed up life but there's so much they don't know
The things that are locked inside that the outside doesn't show
I don't want you to know what's been brining me down
I bet he's on a pedestal and might someday wear a crown
Some think I'm immortal, yet I have a soul
To prove some kind of point must have been his goal
The evil look he saves for me
Waiting and timing it right so I see
But the revenge I have in store for those who interceed
In the end I will get the last laugh when I finish this deed
He likes to experience pain but he doesn't see me strike
This is something cold something he wont like
Something exciting easing my sorrow
I can't sleep today or wake up tomorrow
Waiting for my mind to rest
Putting my power to its test
For I know what he does not, so I will win the game
Putting his pitiful excuse for a mortal man to shame
