They don’t know nuthin.

See, they don’t know nuthin. They…they think they know it all. These bitches think they know me, and my story. But ey! they don’t know shit. ya see they think, jus cuz I wear this eyeliner, this black, jus cuz I have scars…that i’m less than human. But ey, those damn bitches dunno shit about me. they dunno how to talk, how to think, how to be, how to fuckin LIVE, an they aren’t ever gunna learn now are they. they’re just gonna keep on thinkin their narcisistic little thoughts. And I’ll keep on puttin up with it. puttin up with their shit. WELL UMMM…EXCUSE ME BUT SOME OF US LIKE TO HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH PEOPLE WHO FUCKIN HAVE AN IQ HIGHER THAN A ROCK’S!!! and they think they know me, my sorrow, my pain, my hurt, my tears, my life, my blood, my heart, my brain, my friends, my family, my past, my future, my world, my universe, my galaxies, BUT THOSE FUCKS…they dunno shit.