I tried to warn you
For one thousand times!
You made me do this
And now it's your crime.
But you found more loyal turds
And tried to make excuses;
Yet I know what was true,
So there's nothing to pay for regrets.
All I feel now is
Pity for those foolish apes,
Who love you so blindly
And you're using them.
My love for you was not enough
That you made those bruises;
Now when it's time to pay for ointments,
You sell our secrets.
Explaining those turds
Is now so useless;
They were too stupid
Or you were too plain.
But now all your fake fist
Won't scare me to hell,
Nor I will go back
To your fake pumpkin patch.
I hope that you realize
How scoundrel is your brain,
And slowly you'll get it
How pathetic is your mate.