StillVictimHisNation

Still victim his nation: Oh, Whoa is me Self-Victimization, but great inspiration Feminist projecting man hater garbage You say about my shit so you can get it up Sorry, it takes more that "not quite lies," belittlement And a little charm to get me off Crack a smile, come around a little while Take your cake, eat me alive, spit me out and run away Little did you think that you'd be a line in a song Instead, you thought your bedpost was just a notch away Still victim his nation: Oh, Whoa is me Self-Victimization, but great inspiration I push, you pull - you pull away I pull, you push- somehow push you away Unsure the real, the false, the fake, the truth, the lies, the life at stake The game, the character or class I chose, or who's bed I made I crawl, I chase, I plead, I scream, I cry, I'm fucking mortified As I use my last breath I have to beg you to stay Abhorring the repulsion for the admiration you once desired Call you the master of disguise You have what you want Now watch me bleed The cut is deep The note you left for me reads Don't feel bad she was Self-victimized Now how is it that I'm expected To bleed my heart out for you Feminist projecting man hater garbage You say about my shit so you can get it up I'm sorry, it takes more that "unofficial lies," belittlement, domination And a little charm to get me off Crack a smile, come around a little while Take your cake, eat me alive, spit me out and run away Little did you think that you'd be a line in a song I bet you thought your bedpost was just a notch away Still victim his nation: Oh, Whoa is me Self-Victimization, but great inspiration