I don't care about basically all of my friends.
Or the people who used to be my friends.

They say I'm stuck up and judgmental because I have irregularly high standards.

But, fuck.
I'm only going to take what I want.

And I'm not going to settle for shit that don't satisfy.

So go cry in a corner and rott.
I'll pay you to clean my house.

Ignoring my standards got me to meet those people.
And got me to rott with them.
But that just happened because I was confused why everything was horrible to me.
I thought that my standards were impossible.

And once I left everything, I look back at all of them.
They're down at my feet.
In tha mud.
Swimming in shit.

I'll kick them to the curb.