If I could paint how I feel,
I'd draw bullseye on your forehead
my anger is not misdirected unless it somehow misses you
so cast the stones that I'll gladly catch
and I'll throw them right fucking back, I stand behind the things I say,
you type the words you won't say to my face
so step away from the fucking screen,
see a world outside your scene,
maybe then you will know and realize the lack of threat you pose