With a passion....

What is wrong with me?
Why can't I get over you?
Why can't you just take off your track shoes
And stop running circles around my mind...

This pain is so bad
It's tearing me apart
Though I looked concerned when you said you and her had a fight
I was smiling in my heart

Though I know it's wrong
I wish she was dead
I wish she was cold from her feet
To her pretty Puerto Rican head

I'm sorry because I dont want to be cruel
But she has everything I need
I need it so bad
I'll do anything to get it

It's really not her fault
But I hate her
With a passion....