Madness
These things make me nuts
Want to puke out my guts.
When I think of the fact,
That that thing does attract.
Then especially you,
It was out of the blue.
Still makes me sick,
That that bitch want your dick.
And I don’t understand,
Cause you gave me your grant.
Then you threw it away,
With a whore of foul play.
It makes me mad,
Want to beat her to death.
And I hope you’ve learned,
Of the love that you’ve burned.
I hope you’ll be wise,
And don’t pay the price.
So choose for our fate,
And don’t be to late.
Cause I won’t wait
Forever.