The many and more that you've hurt

 You're crass

No one knows how you are

How you got no spine

How you're just cynical inside

And uptight and not upright 

Pretending to be caring

And just concerned with appearances 

It gets to be quite malicious 

Your psychopathic schizophrenia 

And how you were attracted 

To your sister while she was a guy

You wrote in a book to disguise 

Or you mentioned a film to confess

"cause it's part of your game nonetheless 

It's all so you feel good inside

Tell and repeat you're a good guy

But newsflash buster: you're not

And you're just convinced you're hot

It's just pathetic to see it in your face

The many and more that you've hurt

I hope one day you're aware 

Of how you've been a disgrace