Every time you say “I love you”...
It makes me want to frickin’ hurl...
I’m not the kind of woman that likes...
To be treated like some special pearl...

I cringe when you rub my back...
I loath when you caress my hair...
I despise when you write these fucking poems...
And when you tell me you like what I wear...

Why do you always have to cook dinner...
Why do you always have to ask how I feel...
Why can’t you ever just leave me alone…
With the issues I myself have to deal...

Can’t you see that I’m having trouble...
When someone tells me that they care...
I just didn’t grow up in a family...
Where feelings were something to share...

So take all your love and support...
Go offer it to someone whose weak...
I would rather go be with a hookup...
Than be stuck with a sensitive freak...

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