Asshole
I hate you, I miss you, I love you,
I should've broken up with you a long time ago,
I should've ended it
I'll say the words that were stuck in my mouth
I want you to die, I want you to go crazy,
You're an asshole to the end
I should've broken up with you a long time ago,
I want you to die, I want you to go crazy,
Don't unlovingly hold me and tell me you love me
Because today is my birthday
Since it's the end,
Will you at least buy me flowers
The store across the street is having a 50% sale
Baby talk to me, please talk to me
When i think about why you so good to me
Dirty bastard, i took it all in
Your dirty words
God pitiful bastard
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