No more of you
No more of us
I’m tired of you
All you were was a fuss.
You’d cause me tears
And days of gloom
Now we are over
You are in for the doom.
You think I like you
But, boy are you wrong
This isn’t just a poem
But a true song!
You’re days of control are done
Your teasing has hurt
I”m an expert
And I know a fake friend when I see one.
Go find someone else
To tease and to hurt
I’ll be there for her
Remember I’m an expert.
She won’t get sad
Or even that mad
Because I’ll be a true friend
Until the very end!