Trolls

Your life is like a fairy tale
Mine is but a curse
It puts a spring back in my heel
To make yours somewhat worse

It feels so good when you feel bad
I'm cruel to be unkind
It's a twisted psycho therapy
To exorcise my mind

I get so unholy
I don't know what comes over me

I follow in your shadow
Wishing I was you
But it's my guilty pleasure
To take you down a peg or two

I don't break bones with sticks and stones
It's just freedom of expression
Behind a fake identity
I release my inner demon

I get so unholy
Without a shred of empathy
I don't know what comes over me

My alter ego takes the pen
Whenever I've been drinking
You wouldn't want to be my friend
If you knew what I was thinking

I'm sinking

I don't know when my heart gave in
To petty jealousy
Busted by your private eye
You see the real me

We're splashed across the tabloids
For you a starring role
And I'm well and truly hated by
The trolls who troll the troll

But I get so unholy
Without a soul for company
A bona fide phoney
I don't know what comes over me



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Writer(s): James Keith Pearson
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