With corrupted lungs, I breathe pesticide
If I died today, would you cry? 
With a pistol to my head, I won't say goodbye
I'll print pretty pictures with love
I miss them days with you 

So best friend thank you for two days of catching up
Now I've got to go wouldn't want to hurt you
With words, I don't approve of her
Every day I see her I swallow my tongue
Because she cheats she lies, and she only wants you for money