Thanks for the birthday card
And by the way …

I don't want to see you or hear from you ever again
Nope
Not once
Not as long as I live
I don't want to hear about your new job
I don't want to hear about your new life
I don't want to hear about it all working out for you
No … I don't want to hear it

I don't want to hear about your great new place
I don't want to hear how all our old friends think it's great
I just want to sit in my dark places and hate you
Yes, I will be hating you for my birthday

You can have the memories. Keep them. They’re yours.
Remember when we started?
When things where going great?
Remember when you promised you’d never cheat?
How you said your days of sleeping around where in the past?
Remember when you promised to tell me if your feelings ever changed?

You sick, twisted whore
You lying bitch
I don't want to think about the lies, the deceit, all your cold, callous shit.

No, I don't want to think about it
I don't want to think about that last year of hate and bitter scorn
Your distain and utter disregard
Your deceit, lies, and callous contempt
Your inability to tell the truth
Your accusations - hurled at me - of exactly the transgressions you’d committed yourself
I had a heart
Yep
Used to have a heart until you left it out in the rain
Forgot it and let it to rot and fade

You said it was the best sex that we both ever had
But that’s all it ever was
Sex, not love
Cold and physical, and not even that much
You suck a dick – you worship cock
You believe that’s love – it’s pathetic and sad
The man attached; irrelevant
His sole purpose to make you feel like a success in bed
Notches on your belt
May as well be no more than a machine
But for you, the sex was God – redemption and love

I will hate you forever
But hey, I must be losing my mind
There's gotta be a better way to deal with the pain
There's gotta be a better way to deal with the hate
Wish that I could find some way to make you go away
I wish that I could wave a wand and make you fade away
I wish that I could have myself a drink and make you disappear
I wish that I could go to sleep and make you stop existing
Yeah … wish I could make you go away
Wish I could just make you stop and go away

I will be hating you for my birthday
Yep … I’ll be hating you for my birthday
Thanks
Thanks for the card and the bitter, awful memories
Thanks for not letting me be and for not giving me peace
Thanks for the painful, dreadful memories of the hell and turmoil of what was once “Us”
That was our relationship – hell and dread
That was our life together – turmoil and pain
Bitter, awful, dirty shit, is all it ever was
Three years; wasted and still, you have to have your claws in my side – digging and scratching – infecting me even now.
You bitch
Let go
Leave me be

Oh, and by the way
Thanks for the birthday card
Don’t ever do it again