If I could take my fist and shove you all my thoughts.
I wouldn't feel ashamed.
I know your jealous.
I know what you do, you rain on others parades and you you feel no shame.
Is it my turn now to be pushed away by your selfish heart and foolish pain.
Yours will come to you, you will get yours too.
I'm sorry you cant see the good in me, but you will someday learn when its your turn to feel the pain you have caused me.
