I'll never forget waking up in BaltimorenMy palms full of sweatnClearly you've had your revengenFor the night I spit right in your facenYou will never forget and I will never forgetnEver waking moment I spend wishing you were deadnJust fucking dienIt must of been his brand new hand pentagramnOr the fact that he fucksnIron City girls, no condom, on the ragnJust so you knownThe next time your sucking dicknYour tasting the blood of a Pirates fannTell me how much lower can you go in life?nYou fucking bitchnI'm so over itnI'm fucking over itnI'm not over itnI'm never over itnWhat a perfect romance, a plague on both your houses