Don't talk to me about your glory days. You don't lift a finger to make a change. I don't understand what you do but that's the difference between me and you. You're in one day then you were out the next. Who the fuck did you want to impress? No one cares so save your
breath. Grasp at straws until there's nothing left. You cut your ties so long ago, so here's something you don't know. We don't miss you and we don't fucking care, a face long forgotten that's met with a blank stare. Say what you want if it'll help you, but deep down we
know that we're better than you. You couldn't cut it, your heart wasn't there. We don't miss you and we don't fucking care. It doesn't matter what you say or do, no one gives a fucking shit about you. Washed up. Dropped out. Fucking disgrace. And it's been years since
we've seen your face.