Distaste

Existence We are creatures who neglect ourselves Origin of bitter taste for humanity What are we left with? Discomfort, deceit We’ve suffered in agony The distaste I’m left with Separation of individuality Take a look in the mirror See what you are Accept the past accept right now and move on from me Don’t ever Don’t ever give yourself to anyone Everybody these days wants to get a taste of me Sick, sick, sick You will never meet anyone like me You will never be like me At the end of the day I’m left with this nasty taste In my mouth Sick You all make me sick