You call me broken
You dys my function
Mock my attention-whoring ways
But let me tell you
At least I'm still true
To what I said when you first met me
I tried to make us work
Unlike you, who always shirked
From anything that even seemed like conflict
Instead, you threw us both away
Too much trouble, as if to say
All our years of love were so much shit!
FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU SELF-CENTERED ABORTION!
AT LEAST I'M ME, NOT SOME DRUG-CRAFTED ZOMBIE
STEPFORD-WIFE PERFECTION YOU DESIRE!
THIS IS WHO I AM 'TILL THE DAY I DIE
AND ON MY GRAVE MY HEADSTONE WILL WAVE
MY FREAK FLAG, REGARDLESS OF YOUR IRE!
DO YOU LOOK BACK WITH ANY SHRED OF EMOTION?
REGRET, LOSS, SADNESS, RAGE, ANY HUMAN FEELING?
OR ARE YOU WARM IN YOUR COCOON OF "ME, ME, ME"?
I'M SORRY THAT MY NEEDS AND FEELINGS GOT IN THE WAY
OF THE ILLUSIONARY WORLD IN WHICH YOU LOVE TO PLAY
BUT BY GOD, NOW AT LEAST I'M FREE!
To say I don't care would be a lie
I want you to suffer, I want you to cry
I want you to hurt as much as I have!
But that will never happen, you're too shallow to feel
Anything that others might proclaim as "real"
So go back to your fake world to live and die
I'll never apologize for being me
And maybe on your deathbed you'll finally see
What a stupid, tragic waste your life has been
And when my inchoate existence ends
I will be surrounded by my friends
And you'll have stuffed animals in your tomb.