You are no different from the others
You are not the one suffering
You are not the one being ignored
You are not the saint you acclaim to be

You are always crying for sympathy
You are always crying for love
You are always crying for admiration
and you never get enough

You bath in your own made up misery
and you want me to do it to
You live in your own world of make believe sufferings
and I´ll always have to be there

No time for happyness
No time for joy
You´ll endlessly grovel in your fake private hell
and I´ve got no choice but to follow you forever

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hehe…bara eitthvað ljóð sem ég samdi þegar að ég var 16 ára…endilega segjið skoðanir ykkar…