I can see you looking at me
Such a pathetic being, is what I see
Staring from the window you're so naive
The presence you bring is nothing we need
The way you perceive yourself is such a joke
Your way with words, how badly you spoke
Nothing is going to save you now
But you got to find a way somehow
A cry for help a possibility
A pathetic attempt, is the reality
There's no excuse for your condition
A dead you is my perfect vision
