"I'd like to see you walk a f*cking inch in my shoes after I lose the supporting of my soles
I bet your feet would f*cking bleed
Mine are callused hard and I've no regard for the shards of glass along my current path"
And yet you don't have a f*cking clue of what it's like to be abandoned or to have a hole in your soul
Neither do I but at least I don't sit atop my soap box whinging, no
When I've seen better men stand upon theirs and become exemplars with ebullient flair
You wane in significance, a pocket of air
Your petty griping just doesn't compare
Even your candidness is artfully vile
A subtle way for you to practice your guile
It's quite becoming, that look of denial, as evident as that facetious smile
It's almost as though you don't have a clue
I've never seen a more piss poor excuse for a human than you
You're an unreasonable man
I'm sure you've got nothing to lose so go ahead and alienate your friends in the process too
F*ck you
Sketch Method - Soapbox Lyrics
Sketch Method - Soapbox Lyrics
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"I'd like to see you walk a f*cking inch in my shoes after I lose the supporting of my soles
I bet your feet would f*cking bleed
Mine are callused hard and I've no regard for the shards of glass along my current path"
And yet you don't have a f*cking clue of what it's like to be abandoned or to have a hole in your soul
Neither do I but at least I don't sit atop my soap box whinging, no
When I've seen better men stand upon theirs and become exemplars with ebullient flair
You wane in significance, a pocket of air
Your petty griping just doesn't compare
Even your candidness is artfully vile
A subtle way for you to practice your guile
It's quite becoming, that look of denial, as evident as that facetious smile
It's almost as though you don't have a clue
I've never seen a more piss poor excuse for a human than you
You're an unreasonable man
I'm sure you've got nothing to lose so go ahead and alienate your friends in the process too
F*ck you
I bet your feet would f*cking bleed
Mine are callused hard and I've no regard for the shards of glass along my current path"
And yet you don't have a f*cking clue of what it's like to be abandoned or to have a hole in your soul
Neither do I but at least I don't sit atop my soap box whinging, no
When I've seen better men stand upon theirs and become exemplars with ebullient flair
You wane in significance, a pocket of air
Your petty griping just doesn't compare
Even your candidness is artfully vile
A subtle way for you to practice your guile
It's quite becoming, that look of denial, as evident as that facetious smile
It's almost as though you don't have a clue
I've never seen a more piss poor excuse for a human than you
You're an unreasonable man
I'm sure you've got nothing to lose so go ahead and alienate your friends in the process too
F*ck you
Writer: Sketch Method
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