This pathetic world is so systemized, Jumping to conclusions at the drop of a dime. And who am I to disagree? With the way this world chooses to label me. Making accusations based on my past. Every a**umption that you make makes you more of an a**. And you could care less about my life. I'm just your faulty system's sacrifice. Constantly following me, breathing down my neck. I can't do a single thing, without feeling your breath. Always quick to point the finger of blame at me. When at the root of the problem it's you I see. So now I point my finger back at your swollen head. The world will never know the facts until you are finally dead