Boxes

I'm so sick and
Tired of your shit
Tired of you bitch
Tired of your lip

You can try to tear me down
Make me quit
But I'm not stupid
I'm the fire that you lit

I'll make you hate me more
Watch me win
I've been over you since then
Things are only beginning

Suck a dick and go eat shit
I don't need you, don't need no bitch
Fixed my life, things changing quick
Camo boy, come from the sticks

I know you hate me, that's okay
I'm finally happy, no more pain
Things are better, you're away
I fucking hate you, stay away

I got these boxes of your stuff
I burned it all, I hate your guts
I'm looking better, you look rough
I'm finally happy, you not much

I got these boxes of your stuff
I burned it all, I hate your guts
I'm looking better, you look rough
I'm finally happy, you not much