As If

What’s
that

I
hear
you
cry

Don’t
stand
at your
grave
and
weep

I
wouldn’t
piss
on it

If it
was on
fire

You
fucking
egotistical
creep

How Long?

How long
can you
go on
writing

When
your only
inspiration
is spite?

And now
you’ve had
to start
forgiving

So that
you can
sleep
at night

Bitter

Tell all
the lies
about me
you like

Spin your
twisted
tales
of spite

But half
truths won’t
make people
like you

And they
certainly
don’t make
you right

Back Home

If only
I had
stayed
here

I’d have
known
what it
was like

To
live a
life of
happiness

Instead
of one
so full
of spite

Success

Live, laugh, love
Comes the wisdom from above

Stop, sob, spite
Is what gets me through the night

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