Inside World

You live inside your world of shit. Play the victim, oh how you

love it. You claim you've been abused. Cry,

"Poor baby," like that's your excuse. You twist every word inside out. Manipulate.

Always a crisis. But it's all about your inside world. And none of

it's real. Yeah, it's all about your inside world. That's the only

thing you feel. You're always telling stories thinking you can fool us all.

Your trauma is your glory, but you're headed for a fall. You pretend that

you care, but you're just trading. You promise to be there,