I got up with a heavy head in the morning
And I hit a desk with my toe
I stumbled over your slippers
And in the fall down i tore off curtain and hit my head on radiator
I wanted to throw a vase in your head
When you had woken up and sweared on me
But i were squawking in agony under the desk
I were struggling in convulsion, and then i had realise
I dont love you, neither i ever loved you
This is an answer on your favourite question
I were young and too optimistic
I guess thats how it all started
Our relationship had arised from loneliness and good s*x
Flame in the beginning was envious
If i hadnt discover more and more imperfections every day
Now in my eyes you are just a mistake between legs (not sure for this)
Your laughing like hyena is not bothering me so much
Like some other habbits of you
Neither your constant throwing boxes of tampons from balcony
However, i dont understand only one thing
I dont get why you dont close tooth paste after using it