Always you tend,
To live on the high end.
You decend, every weekend,
With your uptrend, and I have to amend.
Whilst you upend, yet another disscommend, as you hyperextend, your dividend,
That you blend, and cannot mend..
Well, my girlfriend, let’s not pretend.
It’s time to defend, because I’ve reached the end.
I can no longer comprehend, This shit you expend, how you overextend, drive’s me round the bend..
So let’s just befriend, put this to an end.
This goodbye is a godsend, I need to reblend..