Like the song goes, I was the flavor of the weak.
He didn't care jack about me.
Always too stoned; Nintendo
Was the only thing he'd need
To keep his simple mind occupied.
No intelligent conversation there.
Stank like smoke, it was a joke, my heart he broke.
What a great birthday present.
I'm over that jerk.
Never called, never visited.
Always my efforts he took for granted.
A stuffed doll would have done as well.
I was just a decoration in his life.
Why did I bother wasting my time
On his pitiful worthless self?
It was lame, lame, lame, lame, lame.
I liked his family though.
Miss them more.