Knocking me although you know you're a turd. The goals in which you wish you could've conquered are mounting in a file of never referred just like a pile of people not remembered. Each time you screw someone and toss them out like old furniture, I will give everything I've got to end your schemes prematurely. Time is my guide, and the sun is my light. The goal created in my mind.
Deceptive truth is still a lie.
Tell it the way it really should be, or let your days' end begin. You're burning inside, and it's growing again. Trying to be something truly you're not. By tearing me down guess just where you will rot. I can't help but feeling you wish to be different.