
Tell me, where do you find the nerve?
Tell me before my curiosity swerves.
And where do you find the arrogance?
I knew I hated you from the very first glance.
But hate is a strong word to serve,
And I prefer to give what is deserved.
Still, how do you sleep at night?
Two wrongs can never make a right.
You know you are falling from the grace,
Landing right on your wicked face.
Tell me, does it hurt to fall apart?
Tell me before I kill my own heart.
-Jackie