Ever have your heart carved out of your chest?
Slow without a chisel, just a hammer and two fists.
Gave it an atempt, were told you were the best,
now alone pondering what to do next.
Move on... after your love ends up a hoe ass trick.
That slimy slithering bitch, wish she could feel pain under her tits,
but a heartless bitch can't feel hurt like this.
You hypnotised yourself into caring for a wench.
Now i have this monitor stuck to my face,
like neck to Nosferatu to keep my pace.
I have a year and a half i need to erase,
these presents and pictures make a bright blaze.
Ironically I wish that's where i could rest the cunts face.
Yes i swore i'd never use that word and mean it.
Fuck that cunt she needs to hear it.
Here I sit to scream and cheer it.
She was never my friend-
not one chance in a million.
She'll get what she deserves for using me, but i don't fear this.
I got mine and i'm no longer reeling.
I hope she crys, but this is my
way of motherfucking healing.
You'll come around, but yeah............. it's too late.
I hope it's when i'm on T.V.,
and you can't escape my face.
I'll be somebody, I'll find my place.
I hope you're stuck here living with Mike in disgrace.
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