Hum to the tune of a tragedy

ive got your head against my navel

ive got your hands running up my thighs

youre doing everything ive wanted

but i cant look at anything past your chest

THERE IS SOMETHING THAT WERE MISSING X2

and im not going to find it

with my hands inside my pockets

i need to rip out your heartstrings

and check them for knots

ive got untangle the mess ive made

ive got to clear my face of spots

you need me to be cleaner faced

so you can stand to look at me

im sorry that im so ugly

i never meant to be

its not that i dont love you

you just mean nothing to me

when youre face deep in the toilet

and youre waist deep in piss

its not that i dont love you

i just cant handle this

we went to the seaside

you took me to the pier

you said you were going to dive off

i didnt come any nearer

part of me wanted you to jump

the other part wanted to push you

the wind ripped through your make up

and showed your former skin

you shouldnt hide your face like you do

with a face like that you could find

someone who could really like you

because i really dont

your fingers are stained with yellow

but youve never had a smoke

theyre stained from all the fake shit

youve spread about your friends

to make yourself look like the better person

but youre the bitter person here

why should i care about you

when you dont care about them

its not that i dont love you

you just mean nothing to me

when youre face deep in the toilet

and youre waist deep in piss

its not that i dont love you

i just cant handle this

now im down on my knees in the bath

of your garish spanish hotel room

youre soaked down with spit from

the results of being a bitch i presume

youre crying against my naked flesh

it stinks of your vomit

but i dont clean it up with the shower head

id rather sleep with it

THAN SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT WITH YOU

YOURE SUCH A LOSER YOURE SUCH A LOSER

YOURE SUCH A LOSER YOURE SUCH A FUCKING LOSER

and im just realising it

This contains many of the notions that exclaim in my head when I look at myself when I wake up and gaze at the heap of shit with the dodgy haircut (oh yes it's new - do you like it? No I didn't expect you to) in the mirror - It's a completely healthy self-loathing I assure you.

Nothing shite, please.

Shame, that's all I got.