PAINFUL

Parody of "For You" by Staind

Written by Philip Moore

Screw the phone calls

Screw the letters

Don't you get it

This is over

You're gone crazy

I'm afraid, how

Get some help, girl

You're obsessed now

CHORUS

I'd rather stick forks in my head

Or have a tar pit as a bed

Or slam my door on my casted fingers

That take you back

Now she's running

Right behind me

Will someone

Please shoot me

Or choke me

with a necktie

Or jam cigarettes

In my eyes

CHORUS

Cut my legs up

With a jigsaw

Turn my butt cheeks

To lasagna

Rip my jaw out

With some pliers

Set my moustache

Up on fire

Drill a hole through

My leg bone

Bruise up my brain

With an old telephone

CHORUS

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