Stranger

What’s wrong you stupid fucker Can’t answer the phone? Can’t leave a text Need lifetimes rest? After you made me moan? Tell me, I’m confused here About this silent spell… Or better yet go fuck yourself And go straight down to hell. Ask yourself these questions, Did I reject you’re love spun plague? Linger with my middle finger- No that’s way too vague Did I score you on a petty scale Measure you at all? I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to - Your prick is pretty small Sorry for the sarcasm It’s really not my style But old dogs like me get nasty When you beat them for a while Truth is that what’s wrong is me Sharing my dim lit soul Talking proud, not easily About my life alone I should have known a child like you Would play these silly games Toss me aside as I cry Laughing at my stains Looking in the mirror I scream What’s wrong you stupid whore! I punch the glass and as it cracks Blood drips to the floor Then a moment of reality rushes over me- I fell for a perfect stranger And what I wanted you to be.