You’re a sickness
You’re a disease
A flesh-eating parasite
Gorging on peoples’ hearts
Laughing at me when I’m on my knees
I should have known better than to trust you
My back is getting kind’ve sore
From being stabbed so often
You make my stomach churn
With your disgusting lies
Quit feeling so victimized
You’re like a summer cold
Making people suffer
Even in the warm and happy sun
How can someone be so vile?
You have a morbid sense of humor
Chuckled when I gobbled up all your affection
I realized too late that it tasted pretty bitter
You’re a sadistic piece of work
The type to smile in a cemetery
And spit on graves