I'd pay to lose

The amount of bitterness oozing out of this house is enough to kill me. So I leave, pack up and go only to be greeted by even more bitterness by bitter people with bitter intentions. And when the time comes and I have no choice but to return to my fucking abode I am greeted with the beginning of the fucking cycle once again. This is not something I'm apologizing for, not for now anyway. Spite is a tired game and I just don't play it that way anymore. And while I may be the only one who truly understands you and everything you go through, I am not the one who loves you the most sad to say. Ah life. If it's any consolation my metal is being a hell of a motherfucking bitch and it's becoming close to unbearable. Fuck that. All I'm saying is that there might just be a major blow-out(up) this weekend, so don't say I didn't warn you.

Oh it's my life,

Don't you forget.