What Does It Mean?

F*ck You.

I have been drowning in what he left me with.

Suffering, tormented with the hate that he gave me.

"Tell me how you feel?" Oh you want the jist?

I was just another notch in his belt and I couldn't see.

I wanted to be good, I wanted to fix us.

But no one wanted to care we all apparently wanted lust,

He wouldn't care if I got hit with a bus.

But why just drop me like an old rag?

Why treat me as if I looked like a hag and was a constant drag in your life, no need to brag.

You got rid of me good for you,

Oh I'm just fine thanks to you.

You wrecked my life and left me for someone else to clean up.

"How's life going?" Uh it sucks.

Not a single care, not even a worry.

Not even a single while I'm buried.

Why did you screw me over, bloodied

Why did you toss me away, Muddied.

I don't understand you, so we are done.

There won't be a past, future, or present, None.

So f*ck off with your stuff that I'm sending back,

And f*ck off it those compliments that don't mean jack.

Because in truth you did it for you,

and because in truth I can now say,

"F*ck you."