The spitting image of a worm, that's how I feel. My day's going like I've been stepped on a thousand times. What a dream. My feet hurt, my back aches, and worse yet, I still miss you. If I were to ask you to hold me, you'd throw me over the edge. Wouldn't you? (Loose me) How could I let myself trust you? I laughed when you spit in his face. I'm just a poor boy whose only home was in your arms. I feel lost and alone. I wish this night would end, it's like waiting for christmas to come, it never does, not since you left, not since you left me here. Just come back for a little taste, let me show you love. If it's too sour you can spit it out. It's not for you. But now that I look back, you're not worth a tear, whore. You sicken me, say good bye.