• I can tell what you want from me just by your stares.
    It's an intimidating glare, but I won't be changing anytime soon.
    You make me sick, you're a plastic nobody; no nothing not fair.
    You get what you want by the say of one word.
    It's halfway pathetic;; halfway absurd.
    So I'm making this up as I ramble along.
    Ranting and screaming from wisdoms unshared.
    You sit upun a throne of conceit.
    You bask in the rumors thrown at your feet.
    A crown of envy circles your head.
    A dramatic act treats you, granting you friends.
    I feel unaccomplished.
    Am I painting a picture here?
    Even then you wouldn't listen.
    What matters most to you is your hair.
    Perhaps one day you'll listen.
    That one day, you'll look back.
    And your perfect life, it will shatter; your stone heart, it will crack.
    I've got no grudge against you.
    I've got no say at all.
    But we'll be the ones laughing when your empire falls.