unfinished life

I don't think you would want to know what I think of you.
But perhaps I'll share anyway.
You're pathetic, a low life, going nowhere, and you know it.
And you probably don't care, because I'm positive you'll be happy living on welfare, raising 10 children in a trailer park? Oh, and I know you'll never regret any of your ever so stupid decisions?
Right, right. Of course.
Act like everything is all fine and dandy.
When you're tripping on your shit,
On your lies,
On yourself.

Sit up straight, you piece of shit, look me in the eye and tell me where you're hearing the news...and if you say a little bird told you well, you can guarantee that you'll feel a sharp pain in your shins.