But your voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
Don’t take this the wrong way
But being in the same room with you leaves me gasping for air.
If you don’t mind my saying so
I wouldn’t mind if I never laid eyes on you again.
Not that it matters
But you wore out your welcome a long time ago.
It’s not a big deal
But you’re talking and I can’t hear you.
I could be wrong
But I can’t live without you.