You say things that hurt people so bad.
Oh! Now you feel sad.
Tell me you hate me that is ok.
I guess you really have nothing nice to say.
Drink that vodka and orange juice,
Just remember my temper is on a short fuse.
Go lay down and go to bed.
Some of this shit you are going to wish you never said.
You want to leave me then go right ahead.
Maybe you are right, Maybe it would be better if I was dead.
Saturday, February 3, 2007