When I Was A Little Girl

Another “f” again i fret, another cocky hypocrite,
and another dirty look from a passer by.
kiddie porn and lunatics and all the things that make me sick,
another suicide from a sad rock star.
So get the f*** out of my face, and disappear without a trace.
you annoying little prick. i’ll reach into my bag of tricks,
and then pull out a hand grenade. your machoism fade away.
but i will not pull out the pin, because that’s mean.
With judgment day not far way, you’re surfing all your days away.
i don’t know who to blame, is it me or is it you?
violent death and viruses, and lack thereof, of consciousness,
another shitty song on the radio. let’s go!
I’ll kick the teeth out of your face. i killed the cat there’s no more chase.
you push on me i’ll push you back. so come on girls, let’s go attack.
cause this is it i’ve had my fill. don’t find yourself inside a pill.
but i will not pull out my gun, cause i don’t own one.
Why…can’t…you…let me be?
‘said, why can’t you just let me be?!
why can’t you just let me be?!
why can’t you just let me be?!
why can’t you let me?!