Screw you

I don't want to hate you
So, can I look at your visage?
I would not need to hate you
But when you came screw my daylight

Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and

I bet you just can't keep up with these fashionistas, and

Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.

I bet to them your name is "cheap", I bet to them you look like shit.

Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.

And keep telling yourself that "i'm a diva!"

Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,

They just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.