you've got a funny step
and i don't like the way you're walking.
it's 2AM, and i don't feel like fucking talking.
i won't give you another chance
to break another promise.
you're so shit at being modest
i wanna knock you down a couple notches.
for all the anger inside of me
i can only blame you entirely
in my heart i'll always have a place
for all the precious time i wasted on you.
you've lost count of the souls that met your sheets
you failed every promise that you meant to keep.
you know what you want, and what you need,
but in the end it's easier to rinse and repeat.
you're not god's gift
a six foot drop below average
a bag of fucking rocks
in a pretty little package
you talk and talk but i can't hear it no more
and still you live your life like someone's keeping the score
sooner or later i will have my revenge
and your perfect little world will come crashing down again.
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