So, You Think You're the Rightgeous One?

I never thought you'd lose yourself,
But apparently your conscience can not be found,
I hope you care not for your health,
For it is far from being safe and sound.

I've given you plenty of chances,
But you just pat the knife deeper,
Caught up in your own selfish trances,
And your hill will only grow steeper.

Do you feel this hole,
A soon open bleeding sore,
To pay for the time you have stole,
As you have hit the floor.

All you can be,
Is a stupid whore,
And to me,
You are nothing more.