Why do you hate me, What did I do wrong? Why do you blame me? Honestly all hope is lost. Every time I look into your mother fucking eyes. I see a noose around my neck, and a neon purple fuck you sign. Now here’s a little lesson why you do not piss off guys. If they play an instrument, they’ll write songs that make you cry. I hope you cry. I hope you cryyyyy I got a book full of pages, and a lot that’s on my mind. I wish I would have known before your wedding vow was full of lies. I get a mother fucking headache when your name pops in my mind. I’m reminded of when I loved you, then again I was probably high. I hope you cry. I hope you cryyyyy I hope you get this fucking message, and I hope you get it right. When I look into the mirror I see a tear fall from my eye. I hope you know you’re the inspiration for the words I write tonight. Cause sticks and stones, write fucked up songs, with words that aren’t polite. I hope you cry. I hope you cryyyyy You're just a floppy pair of legs, with a loose vagina called a whore. When you sit down you swallow chairs. Shit in there is gone for good. Stephen hawking wrote a study when he heard about your fame. He sent a probe and what do you know. The mother fucker ran away. You spent my time, you spent my money. But you still cant buy a heart. So full of shit that even India wouldn’t leave you where it walks. Once upon a time you told me to write you a song. So here you go you fucking bitch, and I hope you cry along. I hope you cry. I hope you cryyyyyy I hope you get this fucking message, and I hope you get it right. When I look into the mirror I see a tear fall from my eye. I hope you know you’re the inspiration for the words I write tonight. Cause sticks and stones, write fucked up songs, with words that aren’t polite. I hope you cry I hope you cryyyyy I hope you cry. I hope you cryyyyy
