So you’ve fallen and you can’t get up well that is a shame.

I didn’t think that you were so motherfucking lame.

You bitched and yelled and spat and screamed at the things I said.

Twisting the things you heard – in your head.

I can almost see the vitriol it drips off your tongue.

I always said that crossing me would never be fun.

You looking more pathetic with every passing day.

Row your boat on the ocean grey.