Right now I'm feeling like this about somebody near me:

I do my bit oh yes To cleanse my hands from lies I'm feeding up the zombies Hatched from their own eyes

And from these eyes The weary eyes-cum-shadows Of a very different man

Blood thirsty bastards making plans for no one But their own I got to be my own master Get away from these braggards, tricksters, foolish clones

Oh look at how they laugh at you now What did you do to make this bad become true For heavens sake Such a silly mistake You're a legend in your mind But a rumour in your room

They all followed me down here To an alley's dirty end Oh I had nothing to give them I just thought they were my friends Doesn't matter now I'm angry anyhow So its the best way I can deal with

Blood thirsty bastards Making plans for no one But their kind Only now do I see it I know I don't need it, no I pay them no mind

Fuck it, then. If several people have worked to get him something for free which he then doesn't give a fuck about, throws away, merrily discards with no reply as to where he's gone instead apart from sending nonsensical texts as replies to my serious questions... WHAT?

The day after I texted him and asked if something happened to him and then, not having replied to me even days after, I ask him face to face what happened and he says he was arguing with a person. As if that excused his non-replies and following braindead texts. I told him I could have sold his ticket and not have shelled out 40 USD on him, to which he answered: "Did you have fun?"

What the Hell? That's not even a reply. There are times to try and sort things out, but this is a clear-cut case of pearls for swine.

Fuck him. And, like Carl Barât once sang:

They all followed me down here To an alley's dirty end Oh I had nothing to give them I just thought they were my friends Doesn't matter now I'm angry anyhow So its the best way I can deal with

Blood thirsty bastards Making plans for no one But their kind Only now do I see it I know I don't need it, no I pay them no mind