To The Core

If I could paint how I feel

I'd draw bullseye on your forehead

My anger is not misdirected

Unless it somehow misses you

Time spent on hate is time gone to waste

I watch you point and click your life away

Cast the stones that I'll gladly catch

And I'll throw them right fucking back

I stand behind the things I say

You type the words you won't say to my face

Time spent on hate is time gone to waste

I watch you point and click your life away

It seems you've let me go again

Just like the day you let me in

The best of intentions

You were never mine to begin, begin with

So step away from the fucking screen

See a world outside your scene

Maybe then you will know

And realize the lack of threat you pose