tattoo
you say you want to tattoo my name on your chest
but to be frank i never want to see you again
i'm just sick and tired of the way you think
i'm some goddamn medicine
to pick up at 2 am, to solve all your problems
i suppose it worked out for you, i suppose you're happy now
but i'm dying slowly in the bask of your addiction
your addiction to the prescription bottle that is me
am i a human, or just an equation?
a person or some stupid sick solution?
well for once,
i say i've had so damn enough
so i guess this is farewell, all the best
and i'm sorry (but no, i'm not)
but i just can't take all this damn hypocrisy
all this slow ironic toxicity