I hold people up on such a high pedastel
I have love and gratitude for everyone that's rude
Abandonment issues and the things I wish I'd do
It all comes back to me once I feel marooned
I'm left on an island, my own living hell
I wish it was a paradise but I don't feel too well
I can't lie anymore, I can't hide my pain
I hate every living thing that helped make me insane
It makes me wonder if I was destined for this
If greed gets you everything then why don't I feel bliss
I've been greedy myself to get what I want
But I end up feeling like shit with nothing left to flaunt
I've been reduced to a loser, too different for them
If you wanna test this just tell me when
I'll meet you anywhere on any given date
I'll show up early or fashionably late
You'll bring all your friends that could surely kick my ass
Just because I'm out-numbered doesn't mean you have class
You'll think you're cool, you gang beat a wimp
Who was one of your friends, so now you think you're "pimp"?
Oh yeah, that makes a lot of sense..