So Full Of It

Confident and full of it,
anyone ever tell you you’re full of shit?
There you go speaking once more,
clearly you don’t realize you’re a bore. 

Take a hint, turn away;
you’re not considered adequate.
Nor here nor there, not anywhere,
so don’t just stand there stupidly and stare.
A mess, your dress, that face I can’t stand.
I laugh at those who surround you as your fans.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY