F*** You, Pay Me

Fuck you, pay me
Not with your inflated fees
I want to think creatively
Use my voice, to make them see
The truth in hate fuelled speech

Make her see she’s beautiful
From her hair to her cuticles
She can smash these musicals
She can let the music talk
Without love from stupid fools

I want to show him the light
He doesn’t need to love the night
That there’s more to his life
Then pointless fights, sharpened knives
He has the power to make things right

I can’t change the world
Or the way you see yourself
At times, we all need a little help
So, fuck you, I don’t care if it sells
A small change pays for itself

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