You say you don’t like him?
Well, neither do I.
He’s pushy, possessive,
And I want him to die.

You could have hit harder.
You could have used force.
You could have knocked him out flat
Woulda been par for the course.

You could have broken a bone!
Would that have been so hard?
Because now he’s on top of me,
This big tub of lard.

You know I don’t love him.
I know that you know.
You saw it, you felt it.
It was all a big show.

You could have swept in.
My handsome white knight.
You could have made the guy leave,
At least put up a fight.

But you just left again.
Again, there you went.
I’m tired of this, Angel.
I’m done. I’ve been spent.

I love you. You know that.
You know I'm not his.
You know I don't love him,
And I don't want his kids.

You wanted me to have sunshine and flower?
I wanted us to make love for hours.

We had that. One day.
And you gave it away.

I guess you don't love me.
I can't get you to stay.

Maybe it's better this way.