I'll regret zipping up the back of her skinny, white dress
I'll regret watching her walk down the aisle, one again
I'll regret watching her latest lover Hanz
Taint her lips with a ******, rich kiss
I'll remember her chanting words he said
"I'm a disappointment ..."
I'll remember her laying in bed all day
"Want a smoke?" She'd crazily choke out

I know I shouldn't live
In the future or past
But there's nothing left to turn to
No happiness will ever last
I will try hard to be normal
Careless, not meaningful
But my thoughts jumble up
And I'm labeled an ***

A ****** rich kid spat on me today
"You look like the kind of boy who shops at Glitters."
Oh really? That makes me feel great
"The last time I was in Glitters my mother had a seizure."
He also decided to call me a nerd
Reminding me of the boy last week who called me, "That gay one."
Everything, all of it, is my "mothers" fault

I don't want to be something I am not
But what I'm not is what I need to be
If only my mother would give it some thought
To **** herself already, I hope you rot