Throes of Rejection

This is feeding what I am It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound It's the type of pain you really dig and long for I've always been insecure to open up and show love Some pretty girl with long hair, some bald guy writhing Rejection The kind that's self induced Rejection The tongue that's bitten through Rejection The nauseating stab Rejection Is feeding what I am A short fuse If there really is a God, then it's punishing me constantly She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted more But no, I'm reduced to a Rohypnol snort and a lot of drinks This shit goes on and on, just look down my pants Rejection It ain't a fucking game Rejection My human dick to blame Rejection A sociopathic plan Rejection Is feeding what I am Rejection Takes life away from eyes Rejection Will give you to the skies Rejection It makes me more than a man Rejection Is drowning what I am