Sometimes little things remind me of you
and the horrid things that I'd like to do
like get Brittany Perry to fuck your boyfriend
or beat you to death over and over again
Give you paper cuts between all of your toes
or cut off at least half of that tucan sam nose
anything to make you feel the pain I felt
too late for you bitch your cards have been dealt
sometimes I dream of things I would do
yes, dreams not nightmares, though the visions are cruel
I'm not quite sure I could take a life
but if I could? You're the first to be knifed
All these little things that remind me of you
make me wonder if this will ever be through
Will you always lurk in hte back of my mind?
Will I get livid, angry at party city signs?
You're sorry ain't enough, I need you to cry it
I wanna beat it out of you, but you're steady hidin'
Every one says just move up and move on
but the little things keep me hanging on
One day I will see you, who knows what I'll do?
kill you, or fight you, or smile and move through
What ever it is I am sure you don't care
This didn't change your whole life, and that's just not fair