Some things can taste quite great,
Like an apple pie that i ate yesterday on a grate.
But some things just dont cut it,
But they were things you made so fuck it.
Im throwing them in the trash,
Im leaving it all in the past...
But like the bad taste you are,
You don't come up to par.
Your selfish and greedy,
And sometimes even needy.
I wish you didnt exist the moment i let you in,
And now i look at you at the bottom of the bin.
You look so pathetic,
You think your sympathetic.
But you hurt more than you heal,
And therefore i will crush you under my heel.
Your no longer anything to me,
So begone with your thoughts of me,
Go DIE,
While i enjoy this apple pie...
