I would like for you to dissapear
Free I want to be of your selfish poison
And the need to ever again care
Years may go by with you still there
Another hundred dreadful moments
Every instance blotted with your spit
And I'll be sorrowful and full of regrets
It'll never end; I'm not that strong
Forever I'm sure it will go on
I'll play the part of your welcoming doormat
And you'll be the shoes that will stomp all life long