On top of the whispers,
lies and attacks
venom bites and fake facts
that were more reliable
over the amount of times i swore to lord and back
i was dared to told
what i knew about sad
the knives were freshly removed
spears and tears were just turned to ash
then one more bite of the sheep
cause what would he know about sad?
they ask why do you not say "i love you" back
when i know one day
they will also tear through my back
they ask "are you okay"
while cracking a joke with my spine
and smearing blood all over my face
what do i know about sad?
i don't know let's ask all the wolves of the forest
who tore through me with their teeth
let's ask if they're sad cause i tasted bitter, not sweet when they bit me
I was the sweetest,
the kind of guy who would cry over cat movies
till your words and spears made me bleed and i'm gonna scream it again, bleed!
but what do i know about sad?
the greatest wolf of all asks me,
"don't you feel bad for yourself because of all the things you went through?" while my flesh is bursting through his teeth
and he doesn't even know
half of me
what do i know about sad?
