Your words are conflicted
they sting like a bee
bullets flying
until it hits me right in the heart
your mind is hatred
your head is a stone
your blood is black
your soul is twisted
your nothing but fake
you pick and stab
but you don't hurt me
you just fade
a little every day
from my mind, soul, and heart
your losing
losing the fight
because I'm done
with your hatred
they sting like a bee
bullets flying
until it hits me right in the heart
your mind is hatred
your head is a stone
your blood is black
your soul is twisted
your nothing but fake
you pick and stab
but you don't hurt me
you just fade
a little every day
from my mind, soul, and heart
your losing
losing the fight
because I'm done
with your hatred