OK, I just wanna warn you that when I wrote this song I was listening to the Cure a lot.
You - don't - know - how - much - I - need you. While - you're - near - me - I - don't - feel blue. And when - we - kiss - I - know - you need - me too. I can't - believe - I found - a love - that's so pure and true.
But it all was bullshit. It was a goddamn joke. And when I think of you Linda, I hope you fucking choke.
I - hope - you're - glad - with what - you've done - to me. I lay - in bed - all - day long - feeling - melan-choly. You left - me here - all - alone, tears running constantly.
Oh somebody kill me please, somebody kill me plee-ase, I'm on my knees, pretty pretty please kill me.