snotty comment

if this is a test, then i'm failing- the curve is against me, 
with cold mangled hands i grasp to make ends meet, 
beneath my feet, pavement and the words, 
words i hope you heard.

i'm pounding the keyboard for the wrong reasons tonight
would it kill you to kill me, cuz that'd be alright
every day is a fight, struggle, burned into my past
and i just don't know how much longer through this pain i can last

would it kill you to kill me? 
otherwise i might have to take my foot outta my mouth
hah- see? that's the way it has to be

i might be over-thinking it, when the both of us are online
and i see your adorable picture, wishing you were mine

bunch of cats on my heart just squeezin their claws
kneading with their hangnails,
chalkboard screech across 
if this is what i get, then i gotta get more
the way i feel can he healed when you walk in the door