[://KIMBERKILLZ]
the new methamphetamine.
people will tell you i'm a saint.
[they lie]
people will tell you i'm brilliant.
[they over exaggerate]
people will tell you i'm possesed.
[they don't understand]
people will tell you i'm full of shit.
[they're jealous]
people will tell you i broke their heart.
[they wanted it]
people will tell you i changed their life.
[they need to stop fucking my sevenfootstrapon]
people will tell you a lot of things.
[but i'll tell you first]
i'm loud and obnoxious. i don't wait my turn. i can't mind my own business, and i only stick up for someone when i want to. and attack instead when asked. i'm hot and cold on a good day. and lukewarm on bads. i'm obsessive and possesive. and repressive. and it makes me repeat until you wish i were a mute. i'm two sided, but the sides are the same images in the mirror. i never change my mind correctly. and they all wonder if it's even a change with how i flow it. i am ugly, but they sure love to stare. i pick up kids that let me and throw them away to rot when i'm done. peaking in at times to remind you that i'm no longer in your life. i don't mind losing friends as much as i don't mind loss of lives because i understand this is a natural stage of growth development. i stick to evolution. i'm sarcastic when i love you, kind when i don't. i can't comfort anyone. and i make you laugh because you're happy i'm not saying that shit about you. i'm a bitch. i'm a one way train to self destruction. and you're my strapped and sedated crew. i don't brainwash, you do it for me. i'm stupid. unsure. and quite lame. i couldn't spell if a truck of alphabet blocks hit me at speedofsound miles per hour and the plate read "FONIX". i'm immature. i'm not as cute in life as i am in my myspace pictures. don't try to get to know me. it will be a waste of your time. i'll just end up a disappointment.
[://THISISME].
i'm not going to bloom like a fucking flower for you and drop all.
no.
i don't expect you to understand a word or see me as anything special.
no.
i'm not naive enough to think the words "slut" or "attention whore" are below what you think of me.
no.
[://JUSTFACEIT]
you're more punk. hardcore. mod. straightedge. emo. indie than me. your hair is cooler. your pants are tighter. you have more tattoos. you have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more obscene than mine. your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. you own more black clothes than me. i don't even own a denim jacket. your glasses are thicker. and blacker than mine. you know more people in bands, your photography is blacker and whiter. your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. because as we all know, that's what matters. in a scene where the music has taken a second to the hair cuts, i guess you win, and i lose. it's a shame for some people that it's not even about the music anymore. but funny now that everyone actually does look the same.
