You are a class act.
A real piece of work.
You dumped me like
yesterday's Chinese
and now you have the balls to tell me
how I'm supposed to act around you.
"We can't be awkward..."
Face the music,
dickbag;
it's awkward.
That takes some guts,
trying to keep controlling me.
Trying to be friends with me.
That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard,
second only to your reason for breaking up.
Because I visited my mother.
She needs caring for-
you're just a stupid boy.
Calm your ego.
Your reign over me is finished.
And so are you.
Go bother someone
who actually gives a fuck.