• You, look at me with pettiful eyes.
    Aglow in my head, but in despise.
    You stare, but try to force up word vomit.
    The last word, will not be yours.
    So stop, its making me sweating threw my pours.
    Shutup in my head.
    You will not get the last word.
    You can be hard.
    You can be lame.
    But its not because you have no fame.
    Take it, live, love it you fool.
    Because you want the desire of me it made you drool.
    So now, I Get The Last Word.