Karma
There's nothing like a good put-down
My hate for you is strong
Why must you insist my suffering
I pick myself up, you push me back down
I don't like the things you say
I don't like the way you act
I don't want your friendship
I don't want your cold-hearted love
You are the Grinch at Christmas
You are a female dog, bitch
You are a well run dry
You are a plant that just died
There's nothing like a good put-down
You push me down, not anymore
You are not welcome here anymore
Karma's a bitch, bitch