You shake your head again at me in that disconcerting way
Purse your lips with disgust and poisonous words you say
You put me down like a dog, shake your head in disgust
Disagreeing with what I do, but do these things I must
Taunting is your comeback, taunting is your crime
As you know the words hurt me, infuriate me every time
But you are not perfect, you clutch your bottle of liquor
Drinking its poisonous drops as you grow mentally sicker
Inside your mind is churning, with thoughts of utter despair
Did you think this was in my favour, do you really care?
The veins bulge upon your flesh; your blood shot eyes are red
You must alter your ways my friend, or you too will be dead.
Change your ways unfortunate man, or more than my blood will be shed