I can’t stand you, so I’ll just take a seat, I don’t desire you, you don’t sweep me off my feet, I look into your eyes, and they just feel so bleak, I can’t be with someone who goes back to what they ran from, I can’t deal with the two facedness that you love to seek, I’m so relieved that you’re now gone, don’t ever try and come back to me.
I cant deal with someone who thinks that theyre above and on top, you think you’re so desirable and hot that everybody wants you, well honey i hate to break it to you that you’re not, you make out you’re successful, but you’re stuck in a dead end job, with no career prospects on the horizon, and not enough to pay your bills, your derelict tiny flat, will be the one that you die in.
You act like rocky, but you can’t throw a punch, you sqeual like a bitch when hurt, and cried at getting dumped, you cried more than me, and claimed that I’m emotional, when I never once shed a tear for you, I guess you really were unlovable, you claim you’ve moved on, and sent me nasty messages, I laughed at the desperation, after begging me to stay with you, I realised you’re just a waste of a specimen, a waste of a life, you’re just someone who’s more full of shit than someone with constipation.
I hate that I hate you, because you’re simply not worth it, but everyone knows I have a short temperament, I just love to rip on you, because you can’t write back to anything thats intelligent, you lack the knowledge and the literature, to understand the basic alphabet, you couldn’t spell your own name, if it was tattooed across your body and on your neck, I’m surprised you have your licence, i didn’t think that the mentally challenged would be allowed to drive, I’m actually quite surprised you’re still alive, but it’s severely disappointing to me, that you haven’t yet committed suicide.
I could write forever, and diss you all the way, I could tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, like it’s your judgement day, I can let everyone know, the person that you really are, snidey, selfish, desperate, egotistical, gluttonous, dirty and conceited, the list leads all the way up to the stars, but karma has a way of getting people back, and my karma has a vengeance, I hope I’m stuck in your brain like fresh, stinking tarmac, I hope you’re thinking of me, and that you can sense my presence, and by the way, sleeping with your ex on a Thursday isn’t cheating, it’s a Thursday throwback 👌