i'm just your problem

sugar, rebecca

la da da da da

i'm gonna bury you in the ground

la da da da da

i'm gonna bury you with my sound

i'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face

i'm gonna. -marceline that's too distasteful!

-oh you don't like that? or you just not like me!

sorry i don't treat you like a goddess

is that what you want me to do?

sorry i don't treat you like you're perfect

like all your little loyal subjects do

sorry i'm not made of sugar

am i not sweet enough for you?

is that why you always avoid me?

that must be such an inconvenience to you

well

i'm just your problem

i'm just your problem

it's like i'm not

even a person

am i?

i'm just your problem

well

i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i shouldn't have to justify what i do

i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i shouldn't have to prove anything to you

i'm sorry that i exist

i forget what landed me on your blacklist

but i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you

so

why do i want to? why do i want to. to bury you in the ground

and drink the blood from your. ugh!