An Uncalled Situation
This inhuman place makes human monsters - Stephen King
Adamantly pushing pins into your skull like it's fine
Your mistakes were never yours
For you have blamed everyone for them
So tell everyone that you're fine
As you burn the rotting flesh from the back of your tongue
So you can tie a noose around your throat and call it a fancy tie
In the end we all know it was your mind giving into the grieving hold
As the bastardizing words tick on a clock
Tick tock! Tick tock!
Do you hear him now?
Or are you still too blunt headed
To realize what you've done
So lay down for the discussion that you had
Mediocre was always your favorite style anyway