Who are you?
who are you?
Seriously, who the FUCK are you?
You, with you’re here and you’re there.
You’re this and you’re that.
You walk a talk and talk a walk
I’ve lost all sense of direction.
My compass is broken.
Your false sense of confidence
has long since expired
yet you drive it around
like a brand new car.
Love that new car smell, too bad it wreaks of used car salesman.