Fuck you, fuck you and thankyou very much.

You've fucked me up so bad to the point where I cant even function.

I'm happy with myself, so fucking happy.
Yet so angry, so fucking angry.

You've pushed me so far, I cant get out. I don't want out.
You're a part of me now, and I can't let go, or I'll lose myself again.

Maybe realising my past, remembering, reliving,
Is a way to find myself again. What the fuck;
what if I relive my past and end up forgetting who I am again.

Vicious Fucking Circle.

I'm so fucking sick of your shit,
Can't you just figure everything out.
I'm sick of being so fucking confused.
Who the fuck are you, Shannon!
Figure it out or it'll be too fucking late.