You make my blood boil

by Sheree Speaks   Nov 18, 2006


You make my blood boil.
You make my skin crawl.
You make my teeth clench.
You drive me up the wall.

When we used to talk,
It was slightly more swell.
But since you turned into a jerk,
All it's been is hell.

You ruined my week.
Could've done without that.
First of all, you called me dumb.
Second of all, you called me fat.

I've had it.
There's so much I can take.
The way you've tested me,
Has given me multiple headaches.

One day you wanted me to punch you.
I decided it wasn't good to do.
But today I wouldn't just punch you,
I'd finish you off too.

So the next time you test your limits,
You better cool your jets.
'Cause ask me a favor in this mood
And a slap in the face is all you're gonna get!

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