Slouch behind the keyboard Your fingertips are nails I bet face to face Your social skills surprisingly fail Come a little closer I didn’t catch your name And sought me I want to But dare you do it to my face
Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you
You’re entitled to your opinion But I must ask you why If all you say is hurtful I would take to heart your written sigh? It was heavy on the intent But light in it’s a effect At when I’m the subject Here’s the reaction you can expect
