I used to be complicated, diverse and emersed emotionally.
A roller coaster goes to show the flow of who I used to be.
I'm just a fragment of a shard of who you used to see.
I got my d*ck out at your funeral, emotional nudity.
I feel one thing, it burns, it stings, it feels hot.
In fact it's a typo of heat, I hate that b*tch I hope she rots.
She can go f*ck herself, no one else will bang her.
f*ck that, she'll probably think she's pregnant and buy a coat hanger.
I used to think I loved some one, now I can't even kid myself.
I lost my greatest friend and I just sit here trying to rhyme it well.
People telling me I'm different, like I changed.
Like I care man f*ck you and just get out my way.
I don't care if you're my brother prick I got some sh*t I gotta say.
I got bored of being sane, the f*cking record changed.
I don't hate you, I still love you. Deep down inside behind this rip.
I looked the other day, I found some Lego and a paperclip.
They say, one day robots will human like.
I'm a human turning robot, could be cousins with this mic.
No matter how much you talk to me, I won't do what I'm told.
We even feel the same too, this microphone feels cold.
I can rap on an empty stomach, in fact I'm used to it.
But rapping on an empty heart is hard. No fuel is lit.
Maybe I lost my soul, when I sneezed the other day.
I know something came out, makes sense, it was cold and grey.
It's like I came out the closet, there's a new guy in me.
He impailed me with two nails, I bet that ***** was trying three.
Well anyway, I spoke to this guy yesterday.
He said he was in charge now, said I didn't have a say.
Said he didn't understand the point in feeling pain.
I guess this is all I get to say, before I go away.
I do have feelings, they've just been hidden and replaced look.
I'll be back soon, don't let this dude use my Facebook.