STFU

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I know I said,
I'm done being the hot head.

The red one,
the one full of anger.

but circumstances always bring me back to where I don't want to be...

Hateful
Spiteful...

but circumstances have me at the peak of everything I don't like to be...

Angry..
Fucked up...


'Cause
the thing about being the hot head,

Is that sometimes you're not always sure if you're over reacting.

Compulsive
Indecisive...

Is that sometimes you're not always sure if you're acting the right way.

Normal..
Calm and shit...


But every time my name is in someone's fucken mouth 
It's about how trash I am.

Useless
Purposeless...

But every time my name is in someone's loose ass mouth
It's about how incorrect I am.

Mislaid..
Astray...

But if I bring up the flaws of said people,
it wont be cute
and I'll be relentless
It wont be suited

But if I retaliate I'll be the villain,
I'll be so crude
if I open my fucken mouth
I'm the one that's rude.


So maybe I should just shut the fuck up
before people get hurt...
before I take it too far,
before I break people's souls.

Let me just shut the fuck up,
before I break them some more,
the way they broke me...





the way they fucken broke me...


Because I want to be done being the hot head.

The red one,
the one full of anger.


But maybe I'm just a:
passive
aggressive
angry
toxic
bitch.

And shit if it feels right... let me just go for it.

Because why strive to be a better person, when only the worst is seen.

Let me be what they think I am... only in 3D.

Personify this shit.

Compulsive
Indecisive...

Let me be what they think I am, mostly in 3D.


-Fez

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