Texty: Outburst. No Choice.

Don't go thinking that you're slick, we all talk about you, don't think we're on your dick, we all can live without, all you do is think you're bad, where do you get off? If you went away for ever there would be no loss, I've had it up to here with your hot shit attitude, you better get off it or I'll make you see that you're not special, you're no better than me, all you do is make me sick, your hair, your face, your voice, we pretend that we're your friends because we have no choice, the way you act it makes me think you really think you're tough, wait and see what happens when I've finally had enough