CYou told me to go to Hell I told you I'd meet you there. You informed that you were sorry, or something. I forgave only to get another seven slaps to the face. You promised you'd love, you'd be nice. Is that what you call this? Pulling away? I'm sick of this abusive compulsive relationship. Damn you, mother fucker. I'll see you in Hell, for sure. We can hide from the light under that telltale smog of sorrow and slothC
Where I can beat the fuck out of you and not have to worry about saving you from yourself.
Parody Part Two--The EndYou get to be the cheating husband and I the unhappy wife. I'll rip out knots of hair and scream. Make good friends with razor blades and a kitchen knife While you talk to your mistress, Mrs. Texas. Too bad all she's got for you is head and red sand. At least I've got a hand, though sweaty, to knock some sense into you and your giggles away. Guess you've got momma dearest and babe to cry them away, now.Parody Part Two--The End
You wanna "Stay friends?" I say no-go to long distant emotional pogo. I don't need a crutch. I can scream solo. I'll forget you. Burn out wit
Cheating Husbands Always LeaveYou've gone through phases I've dragged you into mine. You were in black when I discovered lime and you had rock when I found mine. You had the studded bracelet, I had the rings. You had the Nimrod, I forced the time. We knew every line. But now I've got only words and pieces Converse and razor blades. You left behind the cliches. Won't hurt you to do it one more time and leave it all behind. Kick back and recline while I twitch and scream. You can be the cheating husband. I'll be the thief wife. Life'll be an easy parody.Cheating Husbands Always Leave
(The Cheatin
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