





eek: 
Busted mirrors reflect me well
I want to see through this shattered shell
I have a feeling I know to be true
I'm ****d, and there is nothing I can do
I have my middle fingers
But not much else
No one is left to target
I say *** you, to myself
I'm afraid my best qualities
Are self destructive tendencies
I am only loved for the way I hate
I don't just destroy, I negate
Self centered vanity, and disgust
No one has to earn my distrust
The point I can't stress enough
Is that I am *****d
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its song i guess
Hard rock wage