you are false and how you could be proud of your false nature, happiness, life is beyond me and my shallow thoughts
you know nothing of me or how the intricacies of my mind prohibit me from doing the things you want to see
and I will never be sorry for it
for my genes are a simple instruction to create proteins and your proteins raise blood to the surface of my thighs and you couldn't care more because you're careless and false
in your mind I'm not a person, but an obstacle keeping you from happiness and I hear you laugh away my passion and screw my raging opinions up in a ball to throw in the cold flames of my bitterness
"a face that could turn milk sour"
