[Verse 1] If you tell people theyre just books on genre sorted shelves Eventually thats what theyll come to believe about themselves The ones you used to know have probably grown The way they are isnt fixed in stone Todays okay, Ive got a quiet mind But I much too easily fall back on nihilistic thoughts Nobody can be posi all the time [Verse 2] You always bitch about those who habitually underachieve Its a wonder how you find the time to breathe Theres no need to condescend Stop implying that were friends Ive got some bite, not just a bark Stronger stuff I am made of Im not a fucking puppy dog Take your fake concern and shove it somewhere dark [Middle 8] Oh what a callous thing to say Im sorry, not sorry at all Youre Satans daughter Pick on someone your own personality disorder
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