to have, oh fame tempting you....
to what you've aspired, is no meaning to me whatsoever...
to have, oh selfish-pride, is to what you own to me....
to have, oh sentiment and shame, distrust, disconnectedness...
is oh, so very what you do everyday... its no new thing
your power to belittle everyone and everything is mere imaginary.
to what extent i could plan your most laughable accusations,
to even care that you think about me....
is where your wrong.
to me its just you, guessing at the wrong problems.
let bygones be bygones wasnt just and old expression from the land of dismantled thoughts my friend
try to keep some cohesion....
lets not begrudge any bygones when we could unify and conquer... to be blunt
those big critics never step up to the plate when i call them out...
just remember how tough of a crowd it is when you guys reptard allover me