• May I please keep the knife
    That you stabbed in my spine?
    Why am I nothing?
    Just 'cause I don't fit your design?!
    I'm bleeding to death!
    Count the holes in my back!
    "I'm not a whore,
    but look at my rack!"
    Leave me alone
    You're a hypocrite.
    I'm sick of games.
    At least I have wit.
    Make up your mind
    Get out or stay
    I'm so ******** sick
    Of the games that you play!
    My sympathy's gone
    I'm all out of trust
    I'm so ******** sick
    Of your lies and your lust.
    Talk behind my back;
    Then lie to my face?
    You can leave now
    But don't expect me to chase.
    Spitin' your fire
    Speaking words so untrue
    Keep out of my life
    I'm way above you.