You're such a delicate little flower,
At peace with everyone else,
So much so you swear in the shower,
How much you'd like to put them in hell.

You breathe with poetry,
And spit with acid,
And when confronted, you flee
Cause you just can't stand it,

Delicate little piece,
So friendly in all ways,
With you I feel at peace,
Strangling myself every day,

Your impersonation:
Revolting at best.
I fight my tempations,
To put you to rest,

I keep my hands beside me,
Or at my own throat,
I close my eyes to not see
You cursing on the road,

I bested you in combat,
I bested you in mind,
All I did was sit,
Waiting for you to find

Enough courage to congratulate me,
In my success,
But it wasn't like you
To admit you were a mess,

So there I was,
A phantom stranger,
Never to be the boss,
Only a lonely ranger.