I could have gone away,
But then I'd still have to see the next day.
I really miss you, I never knew you,
All you did was make me blue.
I can't stand you, you make me sick,
I really want to hit you with a brick.
You think your just so great,
But you're just a pretty face.
You little prick, you tiny moron.
Go drink a pint of molten boron.
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