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



Credits
Writer(s): Kyra Gordon, Rachel Efron
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