A Message
There's a message
in my mind
that I need to deliver.
Now I know, it might sound harsh,
but it's not me who's talking:
It's the thousand pieces
Of my broken heart.
I remember the night,
though it's blurry and distant,
I bet you had it planned
to fuck my arse up, did ya!?
Horny, lascivious, hot to trod, oversexed…
Just needed your fucking blowjob before you got to bed!
Well the Internet's got all these porn sites for you:
Redtube, Pornhub,
And guess what: Brazzers in there, too!
Now let me tell you
about this one rule:
When you wank,
with your hand,
Don't forget to use a fucking tissue!
Trust me, you'll need it
to wipe the tears off your cheeks
after you have masturbated
to a dude fucking some random chick:
Oral, anal, gangbang or glory hole?
I don't care, it's your pick,
for it will not
alter the fact
that you're going to orgasm-ise
lonely, single, all by yourself
ready to mingle into
the tissue you
are still keeping in your shelf.
There's a message
in my mind
that I need to deliver.
Now I know, it might sound harsh,
but it's not me who's talking:
It's the thousand pieces
Of my broken heart.
You're a pimp,
you're pathetic,
give your cock all of your credits,
'cause you, you lack of personality,
You can only think with the tip of your dick,
Go and jerk off to Alexis Texas' tits.
'Cause there's no way
for you to show
some motherfucking
respect, values, or any kind of worth!
Everything you ever cared for
was sex and kinky stuff,
Screwing over friendship,
yeah, I bet that's what you'd thought.
'N I lost my mind
for a couple of months,
thinking every passing second
that it was all my fault:
I cried, I whined,
I felt like a fucking dog,
being thrown mercilessly into a pile of mud.
Tell me, motherfucker, is this what I was worth
to you? – As I thought
it would be
us all alone
against all
odds, And I was wrong, when I thought,
when I thought you'd fail me not;
when going through tough
times, sinking into shit,
please, I beg you, I'm standing on my knees:
Yo say, where were you
when I was in your need?
There's a message
in my mind
that I need to deliver.
Now I know, it might sound harsh,
but it's not me who's talking:
It's the thousand pieces
Of my broken heart.
Now, If you couldn't handle
these lyrical tunes,
let me clarify, specify,
make it easier for you:
I've been hurt, so depressed,
Everyday I was upset.
Always tried to find out why
you got mad at me that night.
I apologised, at a time
which I thought was rather nigh.
And I'd thought that you'd smile,
have a laugh and hold me tight.
But I was wrong, I was late,
made a terrible mistake,
An error I still didn't mend,
which terrifies me to no end:
Was our friendship all a lie?
were you kissing me good-bye?
'T was a lullaby,
sexy and shy, which
made me fall asleep at night.
- And made me cry,
For it was over,
At the party I wasn't sober:
I was a pretty fucking mess,
As I fought hard for consciousness,
But tell you what:
I still was up
for your help:
I needed you,
for fuck's sake,
now, tell me, man:
why the fuck weren't you there!?
There's a message
in my mind
that I need to deliver.
Now I know, it might sound harsh,
but it's not me who's talking:
It's the thousand pieces
Of my broken heart.