Small from Discomfort Creature by Discomfort Creature

It’s not art unless it’s torture
Then this must be your last supper
I watch in disbelief as you tear out your own hair
Nothing ever works out it’s not fair

Cheap guitars and old computers
Let’s pretend we all have futures
I am disposable if I’m anything at all
It’s my turn to feel small

Does it make up for the love lost
Or the words you can’t take back
What would JC do if he was
Here to witness how you treat lesser of them

Please forgive me your royal highness
Know this hour is not my finest
I wanna rise above but I feel so beaten down
I wanna give up and crawl back underground

I am disposable if I’m anything at all
It’s my turn to feel small

Your abuses won’t abate
Just learn how to communicate
It’s only friendship after all
I’m not here to be made to feel small

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