This

is

feed-

ing

what

I

am.

It's

like

salt

poured

in-

to

a

deep,

in-

fect-

ed

wound.

It's

the

type

of

pain

you

real-

ly

dig

and

long

for.

I've

al-

ways

been

in-

sec-

ure

to

o-

pen

up

and

show

love.

Some

pret-

ty

girl

with

long

hair,

some

bald

guy

writh

Re-

jec-

tion,

the

kind

that's

self

in-

duced.

Re-

jec-

tion,

the

tongue

that's

bit-

ten

through.

Re-

jec-

tion,

the

naus-

e-

a-

ting

stab.

Re-

jec-

tion,

is

feed-

ing

what

I

am.

Short

fuse.

If

there's

a

god,

then

it's

pun-

ish-

ing

me

con-

stan-

tly.

She

let

me

taste

that

su-

gar-

hole

and

of

course,

I

wan-

ted

more.

But

no,

I'm

re-

duced

to

a

Rot-

ty

pa-

nol

snort

and

a

lot

of

drinks.

This

shit

goes

on

and

on,

just

look

down

my

pants.

Re-

jec-

tion,

it

ain't

a

fuck-

ing

game.

Re-

jec-

tion,

my

hu-

man

dick

to

blame.

Re-

jec-

tion,

a

so-

cio-

path-

ic

plan.

Re-

jec-

tion,

is

feed-

ing

what

I

am.

Re-

jec-

tion,

takes

life

a-

way

from

eyes.

Re-

jec-

tion,

will

give

you

to

the

skies.

Re-

jec-

tion,

it

makes

me

more

than

man.

Re-

jec-

tion,

is

drow-

ning

what

I

am.