You make me so mad,

When you move out, I'd be so glad.

What is it about me that made you this way?

But whatever it is, you still can't stay.

I haven't said a mean word towards you,

But for some reason, you like to abuse.

You do and say what you THINK is cool,

Which puts me right in the line of ridicule.

I wish you well, I really do,

I hope the best of luck comes to you.

But for now I will stay angry,

That's the way you've made me.