A watered down, dilluted version of,
The type of girl I tried really hard,
To give one bit of unconditional love.
You are the same disappointment I,
Promised I would not endure again.
Things are worse on the second try,
I don't even want you as a friend.
You are the gun held near my skull,
That I know will probably misfire,
So I stay alive, however miserable,
However dead, however uninspired.
If murder was not a serious crime,
I would have to kill you for myself,
To ruin your life like you have mine,
With the only living part of me left.
I refuse to ever again come around,
I hope you think exactly the same.
Thanks again for letting me down,
It always feels the exact same way.
I hope you know that you're useless,
Generic, and very easy to replace.
I know for a fact that I won't miss,
Trying to be there for such a waste.
Copyright 2006
-John Gehrig