Go ahead, be who you are You insecure dying star Continue to wreak your havoc shamelessly I'll just watch you hopelessly Knowing that there's nothing I can do But just try to spare myself of this The offense you throw is wearing thin You terrible waste of space and skin I'm sick of you and your lack of regret It seems that you don't understand yet I know there's nothing that I can do Just try and spare me of this And there's nothing I can do I've done nothing to you You fail to realize your mistakes As I begin to shake, begin to shake And I just wish that I could stand But I'm alone without a helping hand Otherwise I'd point out your mistakes As I continue to shake, continue to shake And there's nothing that I can do. I'm lost in this line I'm just sick of you You horrific waste of time You horrific tragedy of mine - - - Comments appreciated. Also, please look at windmills and comment on that, please.
That's really good, what style of music would this be in? I'm guessing rap by the rhyming? Very nice though. Or is it a poem? Ugh now I feel stupid. lol.