| You can�t see me through my tinted fucking windows. Mom, why are the kids outside having more fun? You don�t know what I look like, If I cry, Can we talk to them? When you car whizzes by. Have they had their lunch? The color of my eyes, of my tears and my fears, Do they like me? Are hidden behind this modern convenience Purchasable for only several thousand. Anger and resentment not included in list price. You can�t see me through my tinted fucking windows. Do they just look like they�re having more fun? Although I can look at you, If I please, Can we play with them? When you sneeze and wipe it on your sleeve. Have they taken a nap yet? Earn your look of contempt, of hostility and animosity, Do they know me? If only you could afford to be in here with me. Purchasable for not so much money, today. Just check your confidence and spirit at the door. |