That's right. You. The one who made me out as the mark I am. You thought it would be easy. You were right. You found the soft spots. It wasn't hard. I offered them buffet-syle.
Oh, it's so easy. I know him, I know his ways, I know what he likes, I know how he does it. And if you don't? It doesn't matter. I'm easy. I don't stay mad. I don't take it personal. I don't get offended. I don't have the same feelings as regular folks. I don't call you a bitch or a fucking asshole for trying to run me. I don't remember that time. I don't know you.
Go ahead, take your shot. I can take it. I can suck it up. Go for it.
Oh, what's that? Oh I'm no different? I hit you? I take advantage? I find your weaknesses and stick it in and break it off? Oh really.
You really don't know me do you.
Posted by Matt at August 21, 2003 09:53 PM