Your constant state of confusion and delusion,
Led you away,
Your heart strayed,
And here I am away from you,
Wanting but not wanting,
I wish you're heart sorrow,
The sorrow you brought to me,
I wish upon you,
But see, it shouldn't have to be this way,
You don't have the decency to let me know,
I mean, together we were,
A dozen plus three,
The times the moon revolved around the earth,
Well, hope you see,
That, a dozen plus three times your heart will sorrow,
And I, someday will not feel sorrow,
And I someday will not want sorrow upon you,
Upon you, and your constant state of confusion and delusion,
And in time I'll wish half a dozen plus three sorrow upon you,
And through your constant state of confusion and delusion you won't see that my dozen plus three is my hatred towards thee.
