I think it would be cool,
If you weren't such a tool,
Drowning in the pool,
Like a lovesick fool.
Pining after her,
For you everything is a blur,
Tell me if you're sure,
Before you step any further.
Too many mistakes have been made,
Too many to medicate,
If you could just stay celibate,
You'd be well and free of hate.
That distinct taste of bitterness,
It shows through your kindness,
Though you try to hide your sadness,
It stinks like madness.
So tell me now or tell me never,
Then I'll go on with whatever,
But make sure I never see you again ever.
