I keep asking myself why I hold on too tight.
One too many times.
Each and every day is the same f*cking story.
I'm tired of excuses.
It's time to say goodbye.
Your the fakest person that I've ever f*cking met.
Yet, I don't know why I still cannot forget.
I cannot seem to burn the motherf*cking pictures.
I don't know how to let go.
I can't accept the throe.
I know inside my head that everything is f*cking done.
But the other half inside believes that it's only just
begun.
I f*cking hate you because look what I have now become.
Stay the f*ck away from me you f*cking piece of scum.
All you are is a pretty f*cking face to me.
In my mind you are now f*cking erased and replaced and
your so goddamn hollow.
I bet the last guy that you f*cked made you swallow.
Last night, I saw your f*cking face fixed all over his.
The next time you pull that shit.
You're f*cking dead.
I'm done with you.
I'm done with all of this shit you put me through.
You'll f*cking Pay For This.
f*cking whore, I want to see your face on the floor.