Spurned

See if I care if my fucking brains are splattered everywhere

I'm underqualified and ill-prepared

It's a serious situation with all the wrong ideations

So now I'm hanging on, to what's still here

All bark and no bite I guess I'm not willing to fight

I guess I'd rather sit here forevermore

Would it mean anymore if I'm dying on the bathroom floor

I know it doesn't matter, you wouldn't know - know

I'd given all I had to give and yet you'd spurn the hand that wanted to feed

Now there's nothing left, the wells run dry