You turned out to be real "cute," sure,
I'm the one who's need of love is impure,
I'd like to tell you how I feel
Before this banquet becomes my last meal.
Huzzah! I'm past the point of no return,
Only space is left in for our concern,
You could care less what I think it's my eyes
That wait on your every word until I can blink,
Don't forget that pain you put into me!
All you said was "don't come over, don't bother,
No I don't want to see you or hear from you again,
I've already got a "perfect" boyfriend till the end.
Many forms of pain they come and go, you know,
But that pain it follows me wherever I may come or go.
Until the end of time...forever after...into tomorrows of tomorrow,
I feel nothing but hurt, loss, despair and endless sorrow...