Boring Bastard 

You are just a boring bastard,
that’s the way it is, my dear;
look him in the eye,
behold the cry and see the fear.

You are just a boring bastard,
there is no way around.
You are just a boring bastard,
that will make noones world go round.

You are just a boring bastard,
no tear will fall because of you;
you are just a boring bastard,
no soul on earth will belove you.

You are just… another boring bastard,
and that… will be your end, —
my dear me: you.

You are just another boring bastard.
I see it in your eye,
I see the fear,
behold the cry.

Just another feeling —
now you cry.
Just another being —
then you die.

You are just… another boring bastard,
a lonely being,
no part of two.

You are just another boring bastard.
Just another sad soul,
it is sad though,
my part of you.