The look on your face as you threw our addictions at me
Screaming through your eyes, and I knew that you hate me.
Begging for a reply, locked myself away calmly.
Try and bring me down, I feel this is the right way.
You don't know how difficult it was today.

I'm sick of fucking rhyming and everything is out of tune.
So go to hell, you fucking jerk..and blah blah blah...um, June.





Blasted poets.