To The Core

if i could paint how i feel,

i'd draw a 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



so 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 wont 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 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.