Appealing it seems

The beat is your own personal heroin
I am not a superman
But it is Kryptonite to me
No matter how good it sounds
What messages it says
How appealing it seems
It may make you toss stuff a side
But it makes me cringe
No matter how many chances
Not how hard I try
Your own personal heroin
Does not work on me
It may make you toss
Your inhabitations to the side
For what every reason
It kills me inside
Watching the obvious slide
It has its own rhythm
Its very own unique beat
It is flashy and tries to be classy
But to me it is pretentious and trashy
Even trying too hard to be taken seriously
The beat is your own personal heroin
To me it does not have any soul
No matter how good it sounds
or how hard it tries
What messages it says
How appealing it seems
Not how hard I try
No matter how many chances
No matter how many times
It has no valve for me
It kills me a little inside
Because we can’t agree
You believe it is the greatest thing
I think it is like those tiny little cabbages
The ones your mother made you eat
The ones I gave the dog under the table
Or paid my sister to eat
No matter how much souse
Even the dog left them rolling
Around my bare feet
Your own personal heron
No matter how good it sounds
What messages it says
How appealing it seems
It lacks soul inside
It makes me cringe
Stepping on the devils cabbage