Thought I'd miss you much
then I tossed my lunch
Bitch yeah your making me sick
you made me a prick
cause I was convinced we clicked
you were all broken
and I was bad
but in the end we just end up sad
I dont mean we end up ready to cry
I mean knife to the wrist and ready to die
like you to know that I love your touch
your kick slap and the way that you punch
but if you touch me again you'll be starting the end
never hit a woman but im going to begin
I got no self control and not willing to stop
I could keep cutting on you on a full circle of clock
pistol whip the new guy with bunt of my glock
cant kill you for real cause they'd lock me up
you aint worth all that not even a fuck
your makeup looks good underneath of my truck
couldnt control myself now satan whats up