I'm sick of all your sweatness
and apologetic tones
when we both know tonight I'll hear
some other girls hot moans
I hate myself for trusting
your sleazy, lust-filled eyes
They hold a power over me
I can not sever ties
You saw to that so long ago
when you broke my will to live
I think perhaps that was you flaw
I've one last gift to give
so as you lay here sleeping
with no worries in your head
I've soaked the sheets with gasoline...
There are matches near the bed...
