Sour Pie
I won`t eat for you
And i won`t sleep for you
And i can`t trust you-
And i`m so tired, you won`t fight
I`m too heavy and you`re too light
The truth be told - that you fit the mold
For the hate i hold,willl knock you over,
Burn up your face
And i take over this hurtful place
Dad and I
The creep embodied-
Behind shifty eyes
Treats much discomfort
With your petty lies
So i`ll just sit here and take up space
Just reassure me it`s a hurtful place
Dad and I