Let's play the blame game
since you love to name names,
and point your finger at the world
just to hide your own shame.
Life gives you hell, never treats you well
let you sit and spit and tell it.
You cry to cover up your s**t
when we can damn well smell it.
Let you preach it and tell it, you're just some kind of saint.
But we can see behind the mask, behind the cheap and peeling paint.
You can tell me that I'm wrong until you're blue in the face.
But you only say what you do because YOU'RE the world's disgrace.
· Tue Aug 12, 2014 @ 07:18am · 0 Comments