Bitchage

Sitting here in my room and I’m getting so annoyed
See a picture of you throw away the Polaroid

Cause I can’t stand to see you anymore
I can’t believe that you’d be such a whore
Talking to you feels like a fucking chore
And I hate your face

Every time I see you, you’re always walking in the halls
Talking to your friends, about the football player’s ball

And I can’t stand to see you anymore
I can’t believe that you’d be such a whore
Talking to you feels like a fucking chore
And I hate your face