Excuse me
Who are you to tell me what to do
Where to go
Who to like
F- you 'cause I'm riding my bike (hey!)

Please help me
I can't go on
That's why I came and wrote this song (we wrote this song)
My pride is high
My love is gone
I really need to carry on

How much more should I go through taking this crap from you?
It's making me insane
I'd pay a man to beat me with a chain, maybe jump from an air-o-plane to get over you

I want to yell
I want to cry
These are emotions that I try to hide
It's running left, it's running right
I try to masturbate with all my might

F- off, little troll, same disease cause you look like asshole (asshole)
Online, when I saw the picture of you like Rupaul