Always in denail,the pityful godly child,its time 2 slit a wrist.always having a w0rd 2 say,always havin everythin ur way.a brickwall meets my fist.burn urself and the r0t 0f ur lies in the plastic beliefs 0f s0ciety's fires. Vanity is a disease the pathetic infects f0r in truth u remain 0ne 0f s0ciety's rejects.jst an0tha misfit puppet.in the games we play draped in lies and a trail 0f unt0ld shame...crumbled in a childs view 0f self-proclaim fame...jst a n0body with a name