Shower of Scorn - Jamie Lenman

You think I’m cool and interesting, I can tell

It just goes to show that you don’t know me too well

And when you say we should go back to your place

I want to cut the features off of my face

I feel disgusted by your interest in me

There is no good that you could possibly see

It’s just a bag of tricks, I’ll tell you for free

A copy of something I think I probably saw on MTV

What if I told you I do not have a soul?

Behind these eyes is just a fucking black hole

You’d take my hands and say it cannot be true

But that’s because I’ve been lying to you

What’s this over my head?

A left hand coloured in red?

What’s this sat in my bed?

A shapeless animal dread?

I’m better off dead

«Annabella, I’m not your fella»

I tried to tell her but I’m just too yellow

Begrate me, negate me, cremate me

I hate me