I can't stand it anymore!
Every G******* time that I need you you aren't there for me. Yet every time you need even a little bit of help I'm always there. I'll admit that I'm deeply infatuated with you, and I know you know that but won't admit it, and you're using that to use me like some tool. Is that all I am? I do everything for us to stay together. What do you do? Stare at the tv. Play with that stupid toothpick of a knife of yours. And berate me. Baby, I really do like you, but I hate you so much sometimes. But you walk around like your d*** is the size of a train. And trust me, that thing is barely even a pencil. Have fun, though. I'm through helping you or those other jackasses. I'm done!