Glue
I know what you say when I’m not around,
I hear it from all the others.
You wait – I’ll get my own
I’ll show you what I’m made of.
One of us will fall,
And what a sight it will be
How much you wanna bet
It ain’t gonna be me.
Remember what they say about glass houses?
Well it’s time to put the rocks away.
Stop blowing smoke up my arse,
Man up and tell me the truth
Otherwise, shut the fuck up.
No-one thinks you’re funny
No-one thinks you’re cool...
Matter of fact
Pretty much everyone thinks you’re a tool.
You’re a scumbag, a cunt, a loser, a liar.
Truth be told,
I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
I wish you would die.
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