Do you remember the day I said I'd write you love songs?

Well instead you're receiving this

So sit down shut the fuck up and listen, Curstin

Here's your parting gift:

Your a lying conniving deceiving slut

I should've left my heart with Sam

Since you know your gonna be alone in the end

I cared enough to write this song, so fucking listen again

Finding my semen in you

Would be like playing "Where's Waldo"

In a crowd of Freddy Kreugers