Petty poets with poison pensnForcing rhymes to get revengenThey better get the personnWho got them goodnThemselves, themselves, themselvesnnYou hide the truth when I walk innEat your shit with a grinnYou better get the personnWho got you goodnYourself, yourself, yourselfnnIsn't it nice you don't have to look farnTo find the person who leave the deepest scarnIsn't it sad that as long as you livenYou are the fuck-upnYou can't forgivennIt's my view of life and I think it's truenYou know I'm hurt it's not the same for younI better get the person who got me goodnMyself, myself, myselfnnIsn't it nice I don't have to look farnTo find the person who leaves the deepest scarnIsn't it sad that as long as I livenI am the fuck-upnThat I can't forgivennApologies