I used to dream of the day you think you love me thy day i could cast a spell and you love me best but all you
ever loved is yourself you made me help you with anything just with a smile you used me like an old mop
and all you ever like was girls with big blond hair too bad i had Blake hair but now i heat you most of all your on top of me hate list i want to kill you make you cry if words could do that you be gone oh i hope you dont know god cause i don't think he made you you came from some where too low oh i hope god will come down one day and make you pay so for now it isn't fair.
so know be quite Wyatt ill be thrill when i can put a bullet in your cold heart
