• Stop screaming at me
    Just…… just leave me be.
    I’m tired with all this drama.
    You’re nothing but a Prima-donna.

    Don’t keep giving me that evil look.
    I’m just going to hide behind my book.
    Not because I’m scared.
    So don’t you think that,
    Don’t you dare.

    I hide because you’ve changed.
    You’ve turned into a monster, with rage.
    Friends leave you because you treat them like trash.
    You’re going to end up friendless, but I won’t mention it in the aftermath

    One day you’re going to break, shatter.
    You won’t know who you are, but what’s it matter?
    It matters a lot doesn’t it?
    To not realize what you’ve become.
    To not know where you came from

    You look to people you call your friends.
    They’ll turn their backs to you and it’ll be
    Your Dead End.