it's simple

I don’t know, I don’t care, if you’re going to the party or you won’t be there I don’t give you a thought you’re not on my mind and if I ever think of you I’m not very kind Now that you’re gone I’m feeling better Now that you’re gone I’ll feel that way forever I laugh when I hear, that you’re under pressure or under the weather - the last one is better Look, I’m not irate - and I haven’t any doubts - you were like a bad taste, that I had to spit out. You proved a consternation, a mistake on my part, thanks again, LUzer I actually learned a lot . . a song for this: Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter