The Count

People are mean, sick, and twisted,
I got so many people that bitch and keep bitching,
Why don't you people quit twisting and twisting,
The love that I have, just stop and LISTEN,

I've had this fire inside for almost three years,
And when she's around I lose all my fears,
I have passion for her and not much other,
But she's a train wreck, not to mention her mother,

None of that matters when its just me and her,
But when there are others, I should wear fur,
Like a pack of wolves, they bite and they claw,
They grab at her legs and leave them raw,

I don't understand why they twist it at me,
She is that one that said she was free,
Free of their evil and wicked contempt,
Then it gets rough and I'm the attempt,

Sorry but time is too short for you jerks,
Dancing around now with smiles and smirks,
Come find me sometime and see the truth of your shit,
You tried to break me and I STILL DIDN'T QUIT,

True love is true love, through hell or high water,
Thanks for crossairing your asses for God's cannon fodder,
Complacent I'll be while you all joke and laugh,
But God will forsake you, hope that you enjoy his wrath.