Yo-Yo Bullshit

Here I am shaking, hurting
Wondering if it’s really over now
Never again to be taking, flirting
Only waiting to be reminded how

You look at me with such disdain and scorn
Like I’m a serial killer or a pedophile
Has your affection so quickly, completely worn,
That you hope to cast me on your shit pile?

I’m fucking sick of asking and being strung along.
You’re fucking killing me with this yo-yo bullshit.
I am not always the dickhead whose just plain wrong
You’re accountable for your own bitchy, winy fits.

Take some responsibility for yourself once
And quit dumping it all in my God damned lap.
I feel like I’m the retarded kid in a corner marked “dunce”
And you’re the punk bitch bully writing “retard” on my cap.

Well if I’m so fucking worthless to you, then fuck off
Find your own damn car, eat your own damn food,
Drink your own damn beer, fix your own damn cough,
Buy your own damn shoes and Midol your own damn mood.