I wish it were sad to see you go, But the hatred I hold in my fists And the swelling need For this bottle to burst In your face makes it hard To not wish you left right away Without putting in your 2-weeks. 2 more weeks to waste my time Steal from the company Make future relationships For you to cheat on your husband
You always quit before people can fire you, And I hope since your husband is the one Who will hire you, you’ll show him no more Respect than you show me, And you’ll finally go **** your friend That you always rant to me about.