Zitat von viscious-vixen am 13 Januar, 2006, 2133 Uhr

One can always whisper in my ear
About every little thing that goes wrong
About every little situation that is not quite right
The girlfriend who left you, the uncle an alcoholic
Your mother's a bitch, your father's abusing you
Your pet dog hates you, your cd's are scratched
Your brother nearly killed you, your sister is a slut.

None of this I haven't heard somewhere
I will forever hear it again and again
I do not lament, I do not wish for death
I am beyond this now, with so much to go
So little to do and to see with anyone but you
You show me the real meaning of Death
Emotionally, yo have slaughtered me in the millions
Physically I have hit back and you cry crime

I can't hate you.I'm tired of hating you.
So I gave up. There are no cuts for they are inside
Drowning slowly in my own visceral, my own fluids
My hands drop by my sides, I'm lost for once
Never could understand your inbred wishes
To drag up the past and show you with your blind eyes

I am not your mother, I am not your father
I am not your sister, I am not your brother
I am not your uncle, I am not your child
I am not your friend, I am not your support
I am nothing to you but a smear on an infested wall
I am that which you hate more than anything
I am that which stands here and refuses to die
Even though I am dead inside.... the Irony...