Something like savagery:

I don't know what goes through your mind
Or how you think that it would be alright
To blame your ignorance on another,
To sweep your social failures
Under the rug, under the rug
With the hopes you had for me.

I don't know if they were sure.
I don't know if you were her.
That devil in a black dress
And tennis shoes and future press.
But I'm too far gone, aren't I?
I'm too far gone to see.

All I've learned for my days
Without food, love, or due praise,
Is that I am one then... don't fit in.
But she, well she don't like them.

And the glamour lies only in essence
Sticking out in the broad black night

For our awkward luminescence;
Is best left to stars and the like.

And all I've learned from my days
Is that I hate this place.
What it all means,

And what I can't erase.
(What snaps my spine
And contorts my face)
Weep for me, weep for this.
Weep because I am done with it.
In agony cry out that phrase,
I hate this place.

I tried to be poetic;

I tried to have tact.

I thought you should know

That I'm fucking done with that.

The truth is I want you to know,

The truth is I want you to know,

You're a bit(ch) too pushy,

A bit too proud.

I know I'm not perfect,

But I get by somehow.

But the truth is

You're a princess

And I won't be your

Court all around.