so your mad
well i want to be mad to
lets play a game of who has the best reason to throw a tantrum
lets start with you 1st
calling you made me want to throw up my 5 o'clock lunch
such aggressive lines like sniffing coke during the 80's drug wars
your not La Madrina you live in a sub-urb in Canada
so your threats and yelling only keep regressing this social interaction
but i digress and continue the story thats still unfolding
with a publicity break of 30 mins so you can rewind your emotional tapes
what are you thinking ? i can tell from your tone of voice that you got crossed
or pissed off but seriously after a day of no conversing i call and you start hating ?
from everything from me being me to recalling things that happened with other women
oh and im sorry if you feel victimized its just my mind
but clearly my psyche isnt playing tricks to me
because the 45 mins of you bashing me were real
i could almost feel your spit in my ear
and when i asked you why are you raising your voice even if i barely talk
you reply i lie , i cheat , im cheap , im a fuck , a slut , someone who's not worthy to live
questioning my values has a human being
and wondering WHY your still talking ?
these futile attempts to make me feel weak are sincere
you really wanted me to be hurt by your lyrics
how many songs had you written on the subject that i was a shallow object?
weird how 72 hours ago i had so much potential
now im not even worth a message in a bottle
but dissing and smashing tables
your as beautiful as Janet but no need for your screams
well i think that summarize your parts in me having an even darker night
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