Thirty four seconds

I should have fuc*** known, you are who you f***. and they called me
a thief. they called me a thief. nothing more than a thief, open
hands stretched out, begging you to take. but all you did was steal.
all you did was steal. see, we're all thieves. we all stole. but
only one gave it back. and this is how it ends, this epic tale. this
sad story. this tragedy. such a fuc*** waste of time that's never
coming back. but thieves don't take, they only steal. he never wrote
a song for you. every word i wrote for you...now, this is all you
get. the music's getting louder, the feeling more familiar. and you
can look a thousand times, but it will never change. i never thought
this would be your song. f***, i never thought this would be my song. but thieves don't write songs, their victims write for them. i've
never fuc*** said it before. i've never fuc*** meant it more. f***
you. f*** all of you