Can't go anywhere without hearing your voice,
like a poltergeist that just follows me.
You presence is more than just eerie,
you're plain just getting on my nerves.

You whining voice sounds like nails on a board,
your face needs to have a paper bag over it.
I try to run, but to my dismay,
you're still there to punish me.

So worthless,
Incompetant,
and Caustic.

How much longer must I deal with your shit?
Don't you know that you make me sick?

No I can't just get over it,
seeing your face just makes me sick.

You pretend I need you, I don't, but you stay,
I pray for the day you can just go away.
You splayed my life and house to pieces,
suicide sounds a good escape from you.

How much longer can I go without killing you?
It's in every thought, every god damn dream.
Every time I see your revolting smiling face,
dear god, I can't help but scream.

So aggrevating,
Impossible,
and Course.

How much longer can I take your shit?
Don't you know that you make me sick?

Don't you know it's your ass I'd like to kick?
All your drama just goes and makes me sick.

04/19/2005

Posted on 04/19/2005
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