No.

so i'm just a medicine you take when you're sick. you get well, and that's it. i'm put back on the shelf in your mirror. and it isn't exceptional, the course of our fate. cuz people love and they hate. and i guess it's just our turn to hate. yeah, you were just some song i wrote. a poem on a page. a sculpture i made out of clay -desire was the flame. but now you're more of a basketball, boys just pass you around. they bounce you hard on the ground and dribble
then we all get high 5's. and you think i'm an asshole now. well you're probably right. but at least i'm not blind to the fact i've been wishing were lies. but still i hope you get everything
that you care to possess and unbelievable sex with him or any one of my friends. but just don't ask about my appetite, i didn't lose it tonight. it's been gone half my life. it's just i . .. i've been eating for you.