Half A Life

	I've been meaning to ask you how life looks from the nose bleed seats
	and to ask you how it feels to bleed
	Your life's a waste and the way that I'll ask it
	will have revenge woven throughout
	but will be masked with the concern that a friend would bring
	You're so incomplete
	Hold a mirror to show just what you've become
	and read your diary to figure out where things went wrong
	I don't think I'll ever understand
	how a cowardly cat can call himself a man
	You're all show and it's getting old
	As for the rest of us
	we'll do fine with what we have
	making the best of what is left
	And you're a naysayer
	who will never know what it's like
	to really have half a life
	I've been meaning to harm you
	in the best way that I see fit
	I'm not sure if this did the trick
	but I think It did
	Hold a mirror to show just what you've become
	and read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong
	I hope one day you understand
	that a girl on your arm won't make you a man
	Keep walking down your shallow lonely road
	It's dark and cold and it's yours and yours alone
	If you dig too deep
	are you scared you'll find something?
	Spoonfuls of shit will surely add up
	Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease
	Your life's a crime scene and it won't help to blame it on me
	As for the rest of us
	we'll do fine with what we have
	making the best of what is left
	And you're a naysayer
	who will never know what it's like
	to really have half a life