Monday, August 24, 2009 9:18 PM
Give me a second,
I have to gather my thoughts.
Alright friend,
all the things I'd like to say to you.
Stay the hell out of my business.
I heard you tell her the things I told you.
I wasn't mad at her, you obnoxious prick.
I just put two and two together, and told you my thoughts.
You sat in the back of the room,
I heard you tell her.
Sometimes you do this one thing, where you tell people things
just to start shit.
To make yourself look good.
Sure we might have said it,
but there's a reason why we don't tell people everything we think about them,
because unlike you, we don't all like to fight with the people we call our friends.
People need to vent.
You do this thing,
you act kindly at first to everyone you meet,
but be it a female,
you'll become the biggest jerk in the history of big jerks.
You 'confided' in me,
"People hate me before they even get to know me."
Do you know why that is?
Number one,
that isn't true.
Number two,
people hate you because you deserve to be hated.
The people I know who hate you and haven't met you hate you because of the way you treat me.
The way you treat your 'friends'.
I was on the telephone,
you saying I was an outcast.
Yeah, that's why I have so many friends.
That's why people ask me to hang out,
I don't have to invite myself and then lie about it.
You confided in me again, "I hate when people only like things because other people like them."
That's a pretty hypocritical thing to say, seeing as how you do the same.
You like the things I tell you I like,
until you show someone else and they tell you they don't like it.
It's not cool enough,
not enough people know of it.
I am sick of your texts.
I delete them all,
hardly ever replying.
If you've got something to say,
say it to my face.
The way you treat your mother is disgusting,
no, I don't like my own mom,
but at least I don't cuss at her,
hit her,
force her to buy me things,
yell and throw things when I don't get my way,
until I do.
And finally, I hate it when you know I'm mad at you.
When no one wants to talk to you,
so by trying to accuse me of things by text,
You want me to suddenly feel bad about it and apologize for nothing and do everything I can to make you happy.
But to my face you'll act like we've been best friends forever,
now you can tell people how nice you were being to me.
"What a douche" you say.
Yeah, I agree.
What a douche.
I have to gather my thoughts.
Alright friend,
all the things I'd like to say to you.
Stay the hell out of my business.
I heard you tell her the things I told you.
I wasn't mad at her, you obnoxious prick.
I just put two and two together, and told you my thoughts.
You sat in the back of the room,
I heard you tell her.
Sometimes you do this one thing, where you tell people things
just to start shit.
To make yourself look good.
Sure we might have said it,
but there's a reason why we don't tell people everything we think about them,
because unlike you, we don't all like to fight with the people we call our friends.
People need to vent.
You do this thing,
you act kindly at first to everyone you meet,
but be it a female,
you'll become the biggest jerk in the history of big jerks.
You 'confided' in me,
"People hate me before they even get to know me."
Do you know why that is?
Number one,
that isn't true.
Number two,
people hate you because you deserve to be hated.
The people I know who hate you and haven't met you hate you because of the way you treat me.
The way you treat your 'friends'.
I was on the telephone,
you saying I was an outcast.
Yeah, that's why I have so many friends.
That's why people ask me to hang out,
I don't have to invite myself and then lie about it.
You confided in me again, "I hate when people only like things because other people like them."
That's a pretty hypocritical thing to say, seeing as how you do the same.
You like the things I tell you I like,
until you show someone else and they tell you they don't like it.
It's not cool enough,
not enough people know of it.
I am sick of your texts.
I delete them all,
hardly ever replying.
If you've got something to say,
say it to my face.
The way you treat your mother is disgusting,
no, I don't like my own mom,
but at least I don't cuss at her,
hit her,
force her to buy me things,
yell and throw things when I don't get my way,
until I do.
And finally, I hate it when you know I'm mad at you.
When no one wants to talk to you,
so by trying to accuse me of things by text,
You want me to suddenly feel bad about it and apologize for nothing and do everything I can to make you happy.
But to my face you'll act like we've been best friends forever,
now you can tell people how nice you were being to me.
"What a douche" you say.
Yeah, I agree.
What a douche.