To the Core
If I could paint how I feel
I'd draw bullseye on your forehead
My anger is not misdirected
Unless it somehow misses you
Time spent on hate is time gone to waste
I watch you point and click your life away
Cast the stones that I'll gladly catch
And I'll throw them right fucking back
I stand behind the things I say
You type the words you won't say to my face
Time spent on hate is time gone to waste
I watch you point and click your life away
It seems you've let me go again
Just like the day you let me in
The best of intentions
You were never mine to begin, begin with
So step away from the fucking screen
See a world outside your scene
Maybe then you will know
And realize the lack of threat you pose