Spit

Yeah yeah your anger and hatred fuels mine
I am growing taller then trees and I am ready to fucking cut some down
Bigger, better, smarter, funnier
Reverse it.
You miscounted, forgot to aim, I'm not your fucking target
But you hit a bulls eye, right?
So predictable, so likely, so I'm sitting back and watching it all
No time for feeling like this
I wanna be on top of the world
I'm ready to get there
Never was anything good was it,
Just seemed to pass me at a faster speed.
Whatever, now is now, words aren't anything
To young to come face to face,
I would spit
Nothing but air and bones
Shit don't mean anything.
Hope you can grow to what you claim to be...