It's not art unless it's torture

Then this must be your last supper

I watch in disbelief as you tear out your own hair

Nothing ever works out it's not fair

Cheap guitars and old computers

Let's pretend we all have futures

I am disposable if I'm anything at all

It's my turn to feel small

Does it make up for the love lost

Or the words you can't take back

What would JC do if he was

Here to witness how you treat lesser of them

Please forgive me your royal highness

Know this hour is not my finest

I wanna rise above but I feel so beaten down

I wanna give up and crawl back underground

I am disposable if I'm anything at all

It's my turn to feel small

Your abuses won't abate

Just learn how to communicate

It's only friendship after all

I'm not here to be made to feel small