Recipe for Disaster

Don't fret. 'Cause everyone knows that you're so damn precious. You're just a recipe for sick disaster. And you know that everyone is so damn jealous. Look at yourself, you don't know what you're thinking. Just shut the fuck up, I don't want to hear it. The worst part of this shit is that you need it. You're just a fucking mess of plastic and ego. Just go away, I gave up a long, long time ago. So break your shell, I'm sick of seeing it. So dry your tears, I'm sick of hearing it. It's been so long of taking it in and after a while you start to feel sick. 'Cause too much of anything can start to be a pain. I don't know how things got this way. If I could turn time, it'd be a better place. Back when you actually cared about me. When I love you used to mean something. The end of the road just seemed so far away. copyright 2008