Testo Bitter, Self-Absorbed Pap

An impact on the surface of my selfish little world,

It leaves a blight, an open gaping sore.

I tell myself that I will never pass this way again,

until my orbit brings me back for more.


I don't want to care anymore



You don't need to hate yourself, 'cause I'll do it instead.

The bile that I hold back could drown us all.

We bridged the space between to find a barrier.

My head cracks open as it hits the wall.


I don't want to stop hating.



If you won't make an effort, then you'll have to give it up.

All I want is to just let this go.

If you ever get around to making up your mind,

don't bother to try and let me know.