Warped.

No words can describe you. It's all just a matter of time. You don't deserve what you have cos you don't treasure any of that bliss. You think you have everything, but in fact, you have nothing at all.

You're just a shell. An empty shell. With nothing inside of you.

Treasure what you have now, with all your might, cos they all don't belong to you, and it's going to go to where they belong. Wait and see.

Step out of this picture and I want to laugh. It's a huge joke. So are you. You've nothing to envy for, you've nothing for me to lust for, you've nothing for me, or anything to offer.

Congratulate me quick, cos you mean nothing now. Stop the attempts to victimise yourself. Stop the attempts to make me quiver in my stand. They will just make me want to laugh.

I look over my shoulder, I see you defeated. This you don't see, or refuse to see. You don't love yourself a single bit, you don't appreciate it all, you're just trying so hard to be, someone you'll never be.

It's like having the most beautiful and biggest house to boast, until you step inside, you realise it's all of rotten wood and weak foundation.

Not saying I've got it all, but I've got what you don't. Self respect and my values, a heart and a mind of my own. Not one that's manipulated by riches, beauty and all things superficial. You can remain warped for all I care.

Go somewhere to butter your own ego and live in your own pretense.