Gone

Now that I am doing well you saying that your missing me

Your standing by a wishing well and praying that your kissing me

Don't worry about my years of hell while all the time your dissing me

But now If you burst into flames I wouldn't have a piss in me

So look at me now bitch, the fuck you like the synergy

I'm liking the power which, your hate injected into me

I'm scratching a mad itch, the feeling now is history

Just like all your bad bits, that I had kept a mystery

I buried all your shit and I numbed all the pain

And once your wrists are slit you can't come back again

There seems to be a bit I think has gone from your brain

So maybe we should sit and I'll go over your shame