The anger that drips out,
From each and every verse,
The smoke that pours out,
From the back of your hearse.

Is that how you think of me,
Well what I think of you,
You fill me with confusion,
In all the things you do.

No way I love you,
Never will I either,
You fucking lying cunt,
You self absorbed deceiver.

Hope you feel proud,
When everyone has gone,
Left without a friend,
Find a way to carry on.

Can't take anymore, Of your lies or your shit,
No one would be sad,
If you went and died in a ditch