i still f###### love you, even when you’re out there s####### around with that dipshit m###########. you’ll come crawling the h### back to me, you dumbass, you’ll finally pull your head outta your a## and realize that prick’s a g###### waste of oxygen.

you’ll see he’s a half-brained, cocky little b###### who can’t give two s#### about you beyond his limp-dicked ego. and you’ll remember i was the poor dumb son of a b#### who gave a rat’s a## when no one else would p### on you if you were on fire.

one miserable, hungover-a## morning, you’ll wake the h### up, choke on the pathetic dickweed you’re with, and it’ll smash into your skull how royally you f##### up. and yeah, i’ll probably still be here, because i’m apparently the f###### clown-faced jackass who waits for someone who tossed me out like a c##-stained tissue.