I ran out the house into the rain;

And left you soaked in all your pain,

Now–write this down on your pad,

It’s to bad! But I’m glad that you’re sad!

How dare you whine about my hurt;

With all your holes missing dirt!

And being with you just made me mad.

So, it’s to bad!  But I’m glad that you’re sad!

I swear; I’ll never come back to you;

Unless, your hearse is driving through;

Cause, you were the worse–love I had.

So, it’s to bad!  But I’m glad that you’re sad!