I've long grown used to your absence
And your presence only disturbs me.
It upsets the balance of daily life and
Tips the scales of normality up to a point where
I really can't live with you.
I can't stand the sight of you.
I just hate it that your friends don't see
That side of you.
I really hate it that they think
You're some goody-two-shoes.
Maybe you are and my opinion is
Biased as always but
I swear if they'd seen
The drunk side to you,
The perverted side to you,
The fucking PMS-ing side to you,
Maybe they wouldn't want to
Meet you so much.
But yet, yet you do the house work.
That's the only plus point, I guess.
I don't know, that point throws me into confusion.
Are you a good man or are you not?
If you do the housework, it means you care right?
But but, there are so many things that say you're not.
I don't want your money, I don't even want your time anymore.
I just don't want to see you.
Even your friends think you travelled a lot,
Even they think you neglected me throughout my childhood.
Well, maybe you just realised that in recent years but
It's too late now.
I don't want your time anymore.
I don't want your money.
I don't want your fucking love.
I just want you to go
Far far away, so maybe,
She'd be happy and
I'd be happy.
But you fucking clean the house.
And I rarely do.
That always makes me feel like
Some unfilial kid who's
Making her parent a slave.
But I do do housework.
Right?