You aren’t even mad at me!
Stop fooling yourself!
You’re not fooling God
So back the fuck up for your health.
You don’t fuck with someone who is kind to you.
You don’t steal from them, fucking whores!
You do not understand how this game of Ours works!
What you give just comes back on you more!
That’s what I got that you couldn’t fathom.
That’s why when you treated me ill, I was kind.
And that’s why I am writing you this fucking anthem
I will succeed anyway and you will stay blind.
You don’t get (but I do) the unforgivable sin,
Is seeing the Holy, and thinking it Un.
And I tried to tell you, I did all that I could.
But I can’t carry my karma and your karma, Hun.
So walk your own way—
I’m just glad it’s not mine.
I will be fine.
‘Cause I’m working on me.
You can’t even see that there’s
Work to be done.
So while you live in a prison of You—
I’ll be free.