THE TRUTH HURTS

I won't lie, You're like a fly On the wall. You even follow me around when I play ball You make me sick. If I had my pick, It wouldn't be you. How sad, but true. You're a stalker, a sideshow freak Who'd follow me to the tip of a peak. If I would've died, You'd probably have committed suicide. You get on my nerves, You hang with pervs, And I can do nothing about it. I could kill, I could cry, I could spit In your eye, But you still wouldn't untie Yourself from my life. I guess I'll just have to use a knife. Get away from me, you creep! You won't get a peep Of a life of your own. I won't take a good tone Toward your stalking ways. Don't worry, killing never pays, So you'll live to see tomorrow Even through all your sorrow. I'm sorry I had to say it this way, But I had to get it off of my chest today.