F U Cancer

People keep on asking how I am

I'm shitty, real shitty

I'm going to appointments where they fill me up with poison

It's shitty, and I hate it

Fuck you cancer I hate your guts, hate your guts

Speaking of guts, mine are all messed up

It's shitty, literally shitty

And I'm tired of consoling everyone else in the city

When I feel shitty

Fuck you cancer, I hate you guts, hate your guts

Fuck you cancer, you really suck, you really suck

I'm so tired I could scream

And I just want to read some trashy magazines

And talk about the weather

Tell me some gossip, that'll make me feel better

It's real scary, all of this invasion

And conversations weigh a ton

Everybody has a story they want to tell you

Cause everyone has lost someone

Fuck you cancer, I hate you guts (hate your guts)

Fuck you cancer, you really suck, you really suck

Fuck you

You really suck

You really suck

You really suck

You really suck

You really suck

You really suck