Please don't leave me on my own.
I can't stand the man.
He's haunted by a murder of ghosts
and dreams each night of Amsterdam.
Craves cocaine and whiskey always,
Itching in his heart.
Each morning follows him all day, 
ripping me apart.
He operates me like a prick,
resentment has no doubt.
He relies on charm, style and wit,
of which, he's running out.
I'm sick to death of being embarrassed,
flushed, and longing for a ditch,
cos I rely on what's inside,
and tragically, there's more to him than this.