Girls

All the girls look at me
With such disgust in their face
I'd go home and cry
But I've found where I belong
With a middle finger pointed at them
I've lived my life alone

So hostile I look upon the world
With such wrath I cater to my intentions
Ill make a mark before I die
I swear it girly I can't be your guy

This life was given to me
In the form of a regret
They wrote upon my wall
Told my story before I had a chance

Did you have a laugh
A belly full of past
Written in bold ink
Typed down for all to see
Or is it hidden in a diary
Your secrets safe with me

Maybe my rambling is justified
Maybe my life is a lie
Maybe I'm on the top of the world
Maybe I've fallen so far...

CUT OFF MY MIDDLE FINGER
(before I point it at you)
END ALL OF MY AGGRESSIVE
(make peace at last)
WOULD THAT MAKE ME A BETTER PERSON
DO YOU THINK YOU'D LOVE ME MORE.

Cut off my middle finger
End all of my aggression
Would that make me a better person
Do you think you'd love me more...