I pity you
I used to be angry
Now I pity you
You convinced me
That I need help
But it's you that needs
Fucking help

Show up with those friends
You've cussed out
A dozen times
I know I'll get a text
Apologies and anxious lies
Complain about the pain
Yet you seek it all the same
Predictable, it's cynical
People are patterns

Paint me red
Tally my wrongs
Feed me to the wolves
Brag about it when you're done

Do you still spit
On sidewalks
Do you still wear no shoes
Do you still cuss
Like a sailor
Do you still eat
Too little

Paint me red
Tally my wrongs
Feed me to the wolves
Brag about it when you're done

I get told how special I am
And, I believe it
Then I think I'm different
Then I get treated
In ways I dont think I deserve
And then I think I deserve it
I fear I'll be nothing
Or maybe
That's when I'll finally be
Everything