Wanting you is such a curse
Needing you is even worse
Walking down the road. Tar in my boots
Why did I take your abuse?
Glad I’m out here on the road
Onto my next episode
You’re a perverted nursery rhyme
That you would tell me at bedtime
I feel so angry and ignored
I have your face on my dartboard
Thought I was your special mate
But I’m just a pea on your dinner plate
All those bitches in the bar
Where all part of your repertoire
I’m in 21st century hell
I’m friends with them all on Facebook as well
Found their pictures on your phone
That night you said you were out on your own
So now I know how I feel
About lying jerks with very bad ideals
Your favorite toy has gone away
And I put that fly in your soufflé
Now you can’t find a new playmate
You want me back but it’s way too late
You’re that prick who dies alone
I’ll be sure to put that on your tombstone
You’re that asshole who dies alone
I’ll be sure to write that on your tombstone
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I’ll be sure to write that on your tombstone