[Verse 1]
If you tell people they're just books on genre sorted shelves
Eventually that's what they'll come to believe about themselves
The ones you used to know have probably grown
The way they are isn't fixed in stone
Today's okay, I've got a quiet mind
But I much too easily fall back on nihilistic thoughts
Nobody can be posi all the time
[Verse 2]
You always b**h about those who habitually underachieve
It's a wonder how you find the time to breathe
There's no need to condescend
Stop implying that we're friends
I've got some bite, not just a bark
Stronger stuff I am made of
I'm not a f**ing puppy dog
Take your fake concern and shove it somewhere dark
[Middle 8]
Oh what a callous thing to say
I'm sorry, not sorry at all
You're Satan's daughter
Pick on someone your own personality disorder