Knife Wounds
Stab, another knife in my back.
Stab, you give everyone crap.
Stab, I'm so tired of this.
Stab, I'm done; I'm finished.
'Cause I am sick of all your jealous fits.
Your possessiveness isn't even half of it.
You try your hardest just to make me mad.
Well I've finally snapped, and I REFUSE to feel bad.
Stab, I'm leaving and I will not look back.