Goodbye

God, I hate the way
You think you know everything.
Each and everyday
It’s you that I feel like hitting.

I thought we were so tight
But I guess we’re not.
You think you’re so right
But I can say you’re not.

When I hear your voice
I feel like slapping you
If I had the choice
Really, I would kill you.

You’re always thinking
That you are so perfect
You’re always talking
Your voice makes me sick.

You act like a spoiled little girl
That only thinks about money
If you hair has a single curl
You’ll start blaming me

But today it’s over
I’m tired of you complaining
You thought our friendship would be forever ?
Sorry, cause I’m quitting.

This is my final goodbye
We will separate here and forever
And if you ask me: “WHY ?”
I will tell you this prayer.