I have gone as far as I can,
I’m parking my four wheels.
The high road is behind me,
Hear my brake pads squeal.
I wasn’t raised a welcome mat,
Your slimy feet to wipe on,
Or garbage to be thrown at
Forever spit and dumped on.
Who made you royalty anyway?
A crown upon your head?
Caustic, low-blow comments,
To me you’ve always fed.
It’s over now and I am done,
Pulling the proverbial plug.
To you, your face I’m saying,
You’re a sorry, abdominal thug.
So, look into the mirror,
You\'re all the things you\'ve said.
Out of here you loser,
My feelings for you are dead.