You used to make my happynThe way you’d blatantly pretendnYou were young and dumbnYou were hard to comprehendnBut when you needed a friendnYou knew yourself so wellnYour optimism shinednThen down the tubes you took menJust like everyone doesnWhen given enough timennYou’ve grown on me like wisdom teethnNo room for that in my headnGod give me a serious case of anythingnAnd I’ll warm right up to a hospital bednnBut that’s not the endnI’ll play this out without a single wordnIn terms of an animal, I’m really just like younGotta eat to survivenYeahnA hard song with screamingnThat’d be hardcorenAnd then soon I’ll come up with a metaphornFor the witch you really aren