I am tired,
tired of your lies,
tired of your cries,
tired of your fake misery,
tired of your me, me, me.
Tired of you, for you frustrate me,
and irritate me and it is not how it should be,
for you deliberately set out to annoy me,
and cause me misery and how ugly it makes you,
and oh, how I cannot stand to look at you,
for you are repugnant to me,
but what makes you so?
Now I do not know,
but it is to me a bloody awful mystery,
and I wish I could ship you off to sea,
but unfortunately,
unfortunately, you live next door to me,
and it is not a possibility,
for you are a nightmare neighbour,
and probably always will be.
And I am tired,
tired of your lies,
tired of your cries,
tired of your fake misery,
tired of your me, me, me.
Tired of you talking to me over the garden fence,
and glad to go in for my tea,
so, glad to go in for my tea.
