You chose to quit,
That was your choice.
But he couldn't deal with that,
He couldn't lose your voice.
You were pestered to return,
But you never came back.
And oh, was it pitiful!
Your voice he lacked.
You were treated like crap
As long as you would sing.
I try to think of something nice he did,
But there isn't a single thing!
And of course,
He couldn't let you walk away.
His precious little musical
Would have to pay!
So he called you in to talk,
Told you to confess--
Did you really hate him?
And you said YES!
