Shut up! You insecure fool, your morally confused,

And your blatant little f:::k ups, aren't royally excused.

So STOP making excuses,

they're pointless and they're useless.

But you lack the intelligence, if not, then f:::king prove it.

You stand there and cry. CRY! like a little baby,

If you weren't so ignorant, than it's possible, maybe...

Maybe, you'd realize you turned your back on the world,

And no one's hating against you, your vision is clearly swirled.

Why don't you LISTEN?

Stay with me, and try to envision.

I'm a witness, testifying for a judicial decision.

Place me on this pedestal, with your undivided attention.

Whether your guilty or not, jury please, address the defendant.

"Guilty of what?!", you scream, "Why am I on trial?"

You still don't even realize it, you're still stuck in denial.

Let me explain to you the crimes for which you are guilty.

You hate your parents, you complain, and your soul is filthy.

And maybe I'm beginning to sound like a hypocrite.

But I worked hard, changed, let's not even get into it.

Get rid of it, now. Your attitude is going to kill you.

You don't care if you die?

Instead of survive, strive, and live on for many more days?

Instead of drowning in your sorrows, unfocused eyes in a glaze.

And you tell me you're content with your punk-ass attitude?

Well I'm not, but you don't care, you don't have any gratitude.

And I'm not asking you. This is no request, it's a demand.

That you change your ways now. You have to, to understand.

Where along the line, did you start to go bad?

And gave up every opportunity that you possibly had?

You changed, and I don't like it. And no one else does.

But you're happy? Fine, I guess my effort isn't enough.

I guess my efforts are futile, to make you see what I do.

But when the demons take you, don't tell me I didn't try to.

Don't complain to me, for consequences that I clearly defined.

But as for your friendship with me, it's over. I've resigned.