You little despichable maggot.
Soul scum.

You have no guts to stand up for yourself, imagine for anyone else.
Pretender.

Wander in the mirror, witch of the castle,
So lost inside yourself.
Inconfident.

You cry through corners, banging fists to the ground, shouting
Begging for attention

Because you're so damn weak you can barely stand yourself without someone to keep nagging you up.

Go ahead, cut your skin in the lines you mentally drew
Slash those wrists, little princess.

All my life i've been the knight in shiny armor
And all you do is whine about the dragon,
The mean father that locked you up in the tower.

My own delight is to watch your insignifcant existance try to penetrate trhough the walls of anyone's life.
Through her.

Because you dont have balls enough to say hello
And you know she'll pester.

If only cursing the shit out of you wouldn't make you suicide
Oh darn I would.

My own delight is to laugh
As you already claim to have
Something you don't even have the bare honor to ask for.

I wish you'd dissapear.
But she keeps bringing you near.

And they wander

Oh they wander why am I so stressed out.