Chimes Ended

You have prophesized my life, decided to analyze my strife, cut me up with your knives, words as knives prophesized. You don’t know your game, think calling me names, will get you a gain, because you don’t have any shame. But let me say this, to your dribble and shit, you’re not the first twit, to try it. My eyes opened I see, the me that is me, defined in my time as one of a kind and I don’t have to bow to your chime to get dimes.

So step aside our time together is done, you have just become no fun, I like to bask in the sun, so I’m going to run before I get undone.