you:

crap.
its getting too irritating to stand.
and i don't think i can put up with it any longer.

to you,
ego problems are crazily evident.
and we can sense it, i can.
theres no running away,
no point keep hiding under that innocent mask.
won't you jus grow up?
show some maturity that ure suppose to possess?
no one's goin to listen to you jus cos you wan them to...
do you honestly think you're likable?
maybe you are, i don't know.
but forget it, you're lost to me.
i can't help it really.
everytime i see that fucked up face of ures,
giving no care to people around you,
assuming the world owes you a goddam living,
i somehow jus wanna give you a tight slap.
self-confidence is a good thing,
it keeps you moving.
but times when it just is too much,
it's impossible to take it.
too highly do you think about ureself,
too sure of ure abilities,
too sure that the world's in love with you.
time to time its ok.
i can still swallow down the rage within.
but now its gettin way out of hand,
but theres no point trying to be what you can't.
i still wonder to those who put up with it.
kudos.

to you, whom we must all now hate.
i don noe. why must it be this way?
you try to make ureself likable,
but sadly it aint working.
the jokes, jus not funny,
(or maybe we laugh at the lameness of it all...)
but how i could wish it could change,
jus like the way you always say it should.
ironic words, they shall be.
are you serious?
for if you are i'll be amazed.
the things you do,
you say, i can just wonder.

to you, whom its been so long.
please don't let go.
hold on.