Some Kind Of Hate No Ones Perfect
Sick of wearing my heart on my sleeve im through with you
Point and click battles got better things to do
People like you will never understand what it is that i do
I have problems of my own
Look at me i'm standing here not as perfect as you want me to be
Hang my head in shame cause of people like you
Give you an inch and like a little bitch you take a f..cking mile
Open your mouth every chance you get what the f..ck is in your head
Will i understand am i getting too old
Do i care too much i guess i'll never know
