You make me drink,
you make me think,
you make me shit and make me stink.
You couldn't give me a hard time if your life depended on it...
it just makes me feel bad that you actually mean something to someone
and then you go and ruin them.
For that, I call you ignorant.
And then, after you hurt them
you go and hurt them again
and don't even try to apologize and win them back.
For that, I call you heartless.
And then... then somehow you have the nerve to fear them.
Spineless.
I may not know the people you've harmed that well at all.
But I know what you've made them feel.
I know pain.
I know what happens when someone who's supposed to care about you hurts you as much as you've hurt them.
I know how despicable of a piece of shit you are.
Tromping around with your shit eating grin and not having a damn clue as to what life's all about.
Yes, life is a game...
but it's a co-operative one.
It's not Risk, and it's not Monopoly...
fuck, it's not even Life!
It's kind of more like Guess Who.
Kind of figuring things out.
'Does this person have a hat?'
'Does this person have glasses?'
'Does this person know what it's like to be really, truly human?'
Yeah... it's more than a little like that, isn't it?
Ah, but why should I ask you?
You've got your eyes peeled to conquering all of Asia(especially Kamchatka),
intent on getting them hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place,
and so damn busy spinning that great big fucking wheel of Life,
whilst you couldn't give two shits to figure out
who the person on the other side of the card is.
I guess that's kind of hard to do though,
when you've never taken a clear look
at who you are... right?
Back.