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Who the fuck made you god?
Who made you the decider of what I do?
What have I done wrong I ask,
What did I do to displease you?
I don't understand a single bit,
How I crossed any line,
So you can take the fucking line,
The one you stand behind.
Stay behind that wall,
And shout out curses still,
I give a fucking damn!
Can't you see I care, and I will!
You've always been an ass,
To me and mine,
Well, this is serious, can't you see?
You've crossed the line.
I had always thought,
That good friends we were,
But these words written to me,
Described poisonous lure.
Are we friends,
And can we be,
Will you stab me again,
I guess we'll see.
But what the fuck,
Why did you do this?
What have I done, amigo mejor mio,
To deserve this?
Who made you god?
Who the fuck would make that mistake?
Take your words somewhere else,
To someone else, who them, they'll take.
And when you are ready,
To step from behind your chivalrous walls,
I'll talk to you,
When you have the fucking balls.
Do you hear my words Matt?
Or do you still just see my lips moving in the breeze?
Who the fuck made you fucking god?
'cause I don't fucking agree!