All her dreams are made of strawberry lemonade . . .

This one's for you, boo.

You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know

That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show

Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go

There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow

Can't believe you were once just like anyone else

Then you grew and became like the devil himself

Pray to god I can think of a kind thing to say

But I don't think I can, so fuck you anyway.