Fuck fuck fuck your back in my head.
I thought I killed you, I thought u were dead.
What the fuck happened, how did you come alive.
This is no trick this is a fucken surprise.
I dont understand why you keep on following me.
What have I done Im just being me.

I dont what I did or what I said.
But I would do anything to get you into your death bed.
I thought I dealt with you already.
But instead you come back ready.
I dont know why you keep coming up in my head.
But I know I already said what I said.
So why must you keep on following me around.
I may not hear you but I can hear your sound.

I hate the fact that your alive.
But Im living with it, Im trying to survive.
But instead your killing me faster.
Why are you doing this you fucken bastard.
I hate writing about you, it brings back memories.
The ones I wish to never see.
So I will let this pass, but only this time.
Because next time you will just hear your funeral chime.