if I was to be an other
I’d pull your hair till you bleed
until you bleed
no excuse I’d need
screw your tender looks and smiles
hides so well the cries
the misery that flies
bites
stings and
lies
hate me for being another
not a dad or mother
call it love
but I don’t care
eat that shit with another
‘cause I’m not to be an other
