i need to know an answer, and I don't wanna doubt it//
Why is it that you're clownin'?, the whole town knows about it//
i guess we've had a fallout, a bout that you have started//
so get up out of my house you stupid peice of garbage//
i've gotten use to this, i'm really gettin' smarter//
i'm glad that you departed, you are soo damn retarded//
you wouldn't die for me, you ain't no holy martyr//
i would've died for you, and shit I would be goin' farther//
you always push my buttons, you tell me you don't love him//
i've given up on you, i know that you just can't be trusted//
you count up all my re-grets, they will amout to nothin'//
my life would be shit if i decided to be your husband//
i'm sick of all your poutin', you're only good for bustin'//
you always scream and shout at every little mean discussion//
and i don't need your drama, you just leave me disgusted//
i won't adjust to this so pack your bags and hit the busses//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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