A song i made, its intense

Hello everyone,
This here is a song that i have written
It's about how i feel.

As i stand
And i think
Bout everything done
Everything you saids wrong
Then write me a song
Tell me how much that it sucks
When the world goes fuck up
Your all fucking stuck up
You don't give a shit
Bout the people i met
The people that saw me
The people ignore me
They don't wanna know me
I don't wanna know me
Who wants to know me
Not even she does
The girl that was set
On ruining my life
Making it hell
Its hard to tell
Whats going through her head
Any questions she said
I wanna lay dead
Dead on the table
So write me a label
Make your own fable
I don't give a shit
No more, so ill quit
I don't have it in me
To keep up this gimmick
These angry lyrics
They write there own symphony
Trying to keep up this infamy
To try and get into me


No i don't have it in me,
No more shall i try hard,
Why do i sit?
At this table and write all this shit
But it works,
And it tells, in itself.

It takes it out of me
I don't have it in me

So shut the fuck up already
My head is pounding
I can't even think straight
Leave me alone
While i try and concentrate
Stop trying to take my life
It is not for sale
And it never will be
My face is so pale
I'm going to pass out
If you don't stop crowding me
Thats what you said to me
Stop it already
I didn't even do nothing
Wasn't anywhere near you
So stop the excuses
So, fucking screw you
I don't even need you
Its like you speak Hebrew
I can't understand you
What your trying to say
Not helping, this pain go away
So stop with the fucks,
And the shit and cunts
And quit with the looks.
You said you wanted me out
And now i will rant
And ill bant and ill chant
All this crap that you told me
That you don't wanna know me
And ill turn it against you
Like you, turned against me
And make you so lonely
You'll cry coz you told me
What you takes what you get
So get this
I've had enough and i quit
Ill curse and ill spit
And be really fucking nasty
Coz i can if you push me
And ill, go berserk
But this, it all works.


I don't have it in me,
No more shall i try hard,
Why do i sit?
At this table and write all this shit
But it works,
And it tells, in itself.

Yeah,

No i don't have it in me,
No more shall i try hard,
Why do i sit?
At this table and write all this shit
But it works,
And it tells, in itself.

I don't have it in me
See you can't win me


Thanks for reading, maybe tell me what you think?
Regards,
Mark