Cranky

A cranky little man sat in his corner
Picking his nose and scratching his crotch
He eyed me up and asked me the time
I shook my head and showed him my watch
I don't wish to speak
I don't want to talk today
I don't want to eat,
I wish to forget the crowds at my feet,
I wish to forget the reason why I feel like this
A death on my conscience,
A life ne\/er li\/ed

im a fucking monster they say
But who are you?
When people are dead and your just looking around
Thank God you Sa\/ed yourself
Your mother must be proud.

Your a soldier,
I'm a king,
I bare this burden
You can pretend to be free,

If you can't make it
Fake it
The de\/il sells knock offs
trading standards beware
If I wanted genuine sympathy I'd post this else where...