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Sour Grapes

from Drop The Act by No Matter

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A sullen reject, smouldering with hate.
A dirty feeling of indifference won't abate.
Another evening spent making my eyes go square.
A burning neon glow, a brain withering glare.

Sour grapes with a chaser of spite.
Welcome to another useless Friday night.
I hate your success, I hate your joy.
I hate myself for being such a dour, joyless boy.

Will this end? Will this end? I can't comprehend
That everything that makes you happy drives me around the bend.
Will this end? Will this end? I can't comprehend
You call it sour grapes; I call it a godsend.

Is it you, or is it I?
You have a mansion whilst I live in a sty.
Misery is happiness, and likewise.
You have the sun while rain live in my skies.

Your grass is green, and mine is brown.
You wear a smile whilst I force out a frown.
I writhe in self indulgent dirt.
A spiteful loser, with self pity I flirt

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from Drop The Act, released July 18, 2014

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