NPCWeed

I seen a problem with the way you walk on me But it's a problem everytime you choose to leave I see a problem with your pompous attitude I see a problem with the way you choose to let me live Cause the world is a hell That I'd pray in The world is a hell The day I'd met ya When I'd look into your eyes And I'd realize that there's nothing there But a void that I'd stare into When your eyes are black and empty And your eyes are black and empty And your eyes are black and empty And your eyes are black and empty Can you tell me what the fuck your malfunction is Everytime we talk it seems I'm talking to a wall Can you tell me Everytime why I feel dread when your not around Somethings gotta give The way it seems It's like it's never going to quit Being a problem I think its best I walk away It's a shakedown of boring proportions Almost out of necessity It's a breakdown of my communication skills Everytime you walk into a room So boring but so commanding with your presence Your funky fucking presence Kick it in gear and show me how to get sick of someone so quick You make me fucking sick Dance around the rendezvous What's eating me is you Constant blabbering Nothing more than a small talk road block Nothing more than a small talk road A small talk road block For my existence You're pissing me off I seen a problem with the way you walk on me But it's a problem everytime you choose to leave I see a problem with your pompous attitude I see a problem with the way you choose to let me live Cause the world is a hell That I'd pray in The world is a hell The day I'd met ya When I'd look into your eyes And I'd realize that there's nothing there But a void that I'd stare into When your eyes are black and empty And your eyes are black and empty And your eyes are black and empty And your eyes are black and empty Can you tell me what the fuck your malfunction is Everytime we talk it seems I'm talking to a wall Can you tell me Everytime why I feel dread when your not around Somethings gotta give The way it seems It's like it's never going to quit Being a problem I think its best I walk away It's a shakedown of boring proportions Almost out of necessity It's a breakdown of my communication skills Everytime you walk into a room So boring but so commanding with your presence Your funky fucking presence Kick it in gear and show me how to get sick of someone so quick You make me fucking sick Dance around the rendezvous What's eating me is you Constant blabbering Nothing more than a small talk road block Nothing more than a small talk road A small talk road block For my existence You're pissing me off