I'm gonna bury you in the ground,
I'm gonna bury you with my sound,
I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face
I'm gonna...
Oh, you don't like that? Or do you just not like me!? Sorry I don’t treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don’t treat you like you’re perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I’m not made of sugar,
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
Well, I’m just your problem
I’m just your problem
It’s like I’m not even a person, am I?
I’m just your problem
Well, I shouldn’t have to justify what I do
I shouldn’t have to prove anything to you
I’m sorry that I exist,
I forget what landed me on your black list
But I shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you
