Days Like This Make Me A Bitch

Try it again!
I dare you!
Say it to my face,
and then it's day two...
Try not to hurt yourself,
you know that's my job!
Try to find another way,
to hurt you, Love...
Reflect the pain inflicted;
Try to carry out
a sentence convicted...
I'm not exactly one for repentance,
especially when it's not my fault.
Another girl, huh?
That's real sweet.
Now re-word it so that you don't sound
like as much of a horse's ass.
Cry for near an hour,
Cleanse my room of old pictures and flowers...
Try not to cry
as the tears fall in the weak resistance...
It's simply constant:
The mind carries out its mission.
Concocting words in question
forever create tension:
How long?
Who is she?
Were you thinking of her when
you kissed me the other night?
Was it her lips you pecked at,
was it her neck you explored.
While I still thought you loyal,
So ready to tell you "I love you"
.... I held you ever - closer,
cared for you all the more.
Such an equivalent:
Compare this heartbreak
to the damage of a razor,
thousands of stained blades.
I find my tears are like a venemous stream,
forever stinging,
forever gnawing,
pulsing with my pain!
My Pain...
Such a term you've not seemed to consider
As I remain where I sit and my heart withers...
Just always promise me that
you won't forget me this time...
Always remember our first kiss....
Always remember that these are the days
I'll be a total bitch.