Puddle of Mud.

Met a girl, though she was grand,

fell in love, found out first hand.

Went well for a week or two,

then it all came unglued.

In a trap, trip I can't grip,

never thought I'd be the one who'd slip.

Then I started to realise,

I was living one big lie.

She fucking hates me,

trust.

She fucking hates me,

la la la love.

I tried too hard,

and she tore my feelings like I had none,

and ripped them away.

She was queen for about an hour,

after that shit got sour.

She took all I ever had,

no sign of guilt,

no feeling of bad, no.

In a trap, trip I can't grip,

never thought I'd be the one who'd slip.

Then I started to realise,

I was living one big lie.

She fucking hates me,

trust.

She fucking hates me,

la la la love.

I tried too hard,

and she tore my feelings like I had none,

and ripped them away.

That's my story, as you can see,

learned my lesson and so did she.

Now it's over and I'm glad,

'cause I'm a fool for all I've said.

She fucking hates me,

trust.

She fucking hates me,

la la la love.

I tried too hard,

and she tore my feelings like I had none,

and ripped them away.

la la la la la la la la la love,

trust.

la la la la la la la la la love,

trust.

And she tore my feelings like I had none,

she fucking hates me.