I couldn’t care less, whether you’re alive or dead, whether you’re sick or well, whether you have cancer or aids, I don’t give a ****, you *******, you ripped my heart in two- million pieces of pain and they are heavier than lead.
My thoughts circle like an eagle, always over the same crap, how is he?, where is he?, where was he? Did he think of me, like I thought of him, doesn’t he realize how he’s insulting me? I don’t want anything given
Then the **** starts up again, I reach for roses and I get thorns, you’re dead to me, you spoiled everything. In the beginning it was great, you said that you loved me, were happy and cute and I knew that I loved you. That didn’t last, today you’re the Big Man, you’re a joke. I **** on you, I’m done!
You don’t love me, you simply don’t love me, you don’t love, so I don’t love you anymore either
I know that the world is big and bad, hard and unfair, that every Depp is really a Hecht (jerk?), and what he says is all ****, but my problem is that I forget what I know so my shitty life goes around in a shitty circle. I tear my *** apart and hope that you’ll notice. Did you know by the way that you talk in your sleep? Sometimes you tell me the names of others you’ve had, and then say things like “I only love you” as if I should be proud, do you think I’m made of wood you ***?
You come after two minutes and ask me in front of your boys “How was I?” Most of the time I keep my commentary to myself, you think I’m wonderful?! Pal you are faker than a Wonderbra, worse than the summer was, colder than the winter, give me **** about children, now I can only think “he’s crazy”, it’s ridiculous, have pity! I’ll spare myself from that
You don’t love me….
And from this parting I wish you a ****ed up knowledge full of guilt, a soul all in shreds and that you learn to miss me, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I’m getting worn out……lots of crap… “send roses to your sluts………..you lied to and betrayed me too often……**** you and your whole ****ed up show”
Sorry got lazy, I think its almost right.