There's this guy that I really cannot stand!
His mind is out there, somewhere, in no man's land.
We dated for a day, but he chose his ex over me.
Nothing I say will ever make him see;
That once you mess up from the very start;
There's no chance of ever claiming my heart.

It's eleven months later and he still will not give in;
He's sorry for the past, but wonders about the what could have been.
He claims he knows me, but all he knows is the coldness.
He's impossible to disconnect from and he continues with boldness.

Based upon three hangouts, he claims that he loves me
Neither yelling, screaming nor blocking his number will ever make him see;
That once you mess up from the very start;
There's no chance of ever claiming my heart.

Give up, Damnit because I obviously don't care;
That you claim to have grown up and you're walking on air.

The constant phone calls are getting a tad bit old;
And you're behavior is rancid -- almost like potatoe mold.

The day you disappear is the day I loudly rejoice;
Because I'll be freed from you're whining voice


[ Okay, chris, this is what happens when i write something in an hour. Though I had "inspiration" from a whack job of a guy who wont stop calling!! ]

The constant phone calls are getting a tad bit old;
And you're behavior is rancid -- almost like potatoe mold.


now thats what im talking about

but theres no e in potato, i thought you was irish

Don't hold back!! Tell it the way it is.. "O" you did that already.

See, that's how aggravated i am at the moment. i didn't even notice I misspelled, ha. I'm half irish, but no one would ever know. I act and look more italian.

Ha, ha.