Black Sheep

You're much more disgusting
Than what you believe.
If you don't have a heart,
What's that on your sleeve?

What have you been up to
Each week after week?
How many hours
Of night do you sleep?

Oh, and who with?
How far do you go?
You'd just like attention.
I'd just like to know.

How has it been?
'Cause I hear it's been great.
From whom, you might ask?
Anyone, as of late.

He tells me these things
He thinks are secret facts
When really they're only
Just broken up pacts

That were made by your "friends"
Whom you feel you must
Explain each venture to.
With the love turned to lust

And the chalk turned to dust.
Right down to the crust
Of the dried up remains
Of what used to be just

And what used to be right
Now just so wrongly marked.
Did it use to be light?
I can't see through the dark.

He'll break through the walls
Around the world of your lies
And tell you each word
That'll sever the ties.

Then I hope you'll see
All the wrong that you've done.
But you still won't find
You're no longer the one.