Remember how you were introducing me to rock? Remember how you wanted me to study her songs and perform them?
…how ironic it was that you told me you want me to be part of your band but you never wanted to help me out practice nor show me how to blend in
…how perfect you wanted your little world to be when I was the one who had to suffer in the process
…how you learn to torture me more and more each day my making me feel I haven’t given you enough
…how bitter the jagged little pill was when you forced it down my throat with tears
You oughta know how messed up I’ve been ever since you fucked up my life. Cheers to all the worderful times with you!