Shut Up

Don't dare identify with me
Act like there are things you see
Tell me you get it, that you understand
The only way you know how to cope
Is with a blade in your hand

Don't think that we're the same
Bleeding all over my name
Don't sum me up or sing me praise
Sit and total up the ways
My words match your stupidity
You are nothing at all like me

Don't think I'll fawn over you
And all the things you're 'driven' to
I'm not like you, I have a brain
Nothing like you, I can put up with pain
You kids with pointy things
Crimson tears and broken wings
Flit about doing as you please
And destroy anyone who disagrees