You're a parody, a tragedy, a nasty tribute to what it could have been.
You're a liar and a traitor and I'd like to see you drown in your sins.
Your egotistic tendencies smell as disgusting as your cheap perfume.
How could I have ever been so blind, and how'd you get her in your room?
It's over, darlin'.
You've lost what's good to you.
We're finished, darlin'.
I can't be bothered
wasting time on you.
If you want your jacket back, you'll find it in a garbage can.
I'm not harsh, I'm dwelling on the way you held her hand.
You're a filthy little snake and I'd love to see you gone.
You're nothing left to me but the lyrics in an angry song.
It's over, darlin'.
You've lost what's good to you.
We're finished, darlin'.
I can't be bothered
wasting time on you.
I have absolutely no idea why I wrote that, but I'm guessing that I wrote it to the beat of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by the Smashing Pumpkins.
You're a liar and a traitor and I'd like to see you drown in your sins.
Your egotistic tendencies smell as disgusting as your cheap perfume.
How could I have ever been so blind, and how'd you get her in your room?
It's over, darlin'.
You've lost what's good to you.
We're finished, darlin'.
I can't be bothered
wasting time on you.
If you want your jacket back, you'll find it in a garbage can.
I'm not harsh, I'm dwelling on the way you held her hand.
You're a filthy little snake and I'd love to see you gone.
You're nothing left to me but the lyrics in an angry song.
It's over, darlin'.
You've lost what's good to you.
We're finished, darlin'.
I can't be bothered
wasting time on you.
I have absolutely no idea why I wrote that, but I'm guessing that I wrote it to the beat of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by the Smashing Pumpkins.
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