You’re no damn good, get up, get out of here,
Don’t wanna see your face round here no more,
You’re double bad news, shallow, insincere,
You talk high, yet you live without the law.
You’ve brought me nothing, only misery,
And infamy, the worst kind of renown,
How can you say you love me tenderly
When all you’ve ever done is bring me down?
I should’ve hearkened what my mother said,
She saw through you, your goody-good disguise,
But we’re all over now, my tears are shed,
I’m no more crying for your lying eyes.
My skies will soon be blue again and clear,
The frost you brought me soon begin to thaw,
You’re no damn good, get up, get out of here,
Don’t wanna see your face round here no more.
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