Brat

Yes, I did write this as a hate song. Yes it is based on someone I know. No, I don't hate the person. Okay, maybe I do, but I choose to ignore him\her. Enjoy "Brat"...

BRAT

You've been growing up,

As your parent's favorite son.

And that probably, is because,

You're just the only one.

Leaving behind, glaring trails,

Of abuse and white lies.

Everyone's your enemy,

And you're always victimized.

But trust turns to dust, and faith does rust,

When you bite beyond what you need.

The world starts to rot, and your fallacies are caught,

If you slit the wrist of a hand that feeds.

Growing up, a brat,

Now you get your due dose of reality.

Like a diplomat; fallen from his perch of neutrality.

Get used to these shackles,

Not like you deserved anything else.

Cause all-in-all, you've brought this upon yourself.

Brat.

 Now you're laying down,

On a pile of cheap regrets.

Lamenting shallow words,

And smoked-out cigarettes.

Thinking to your morose self,

That the whole world is unfair.

Talking to yourself, in denial,

Singing that nobody cares.

You won't amend; just pretend,

You will flatter, beg, and you will plead.

You're a liar and a cheat, and you won't retreat,

To slit the wrist of a hand that feeds.

Growing up, a brat,

Now a full-size bulging lump.

Your mind ought to be served with the sanctity of junk.

Take a look around,

At all the lives and dreams,you've screwed;

And tell your asphalt brain that it's all because of you!

Brat.