Here I am, a ******* empty shell.
I sleep in church, and think about your scent.
I always had a tongue so smooth
But now my words they matter
And I waste them all on you!
Can you ******* one last time
Before you go?
So I know we had at least one thing in common
-*******!

Who was that guy?
Who stole your scent away?
I hope he’s small and fat
And have soft and sweaty hands.
I hope his *** is full of hair
And his breath smells like death.
Then at least you have one thing in common
-*******!