I thought it would be a blessed relief to be rid of him. He had been a pain from the first moment I set eyes on him. He took over, my life was not my own. Not so much a flatmate more a conjoined twin!
He wanted us to do everything together and he sulked when we didn't. My friends became his friends, he even started to dress like me. A proper bunny boiler.
It got to the point where I couldn't breathe. So I pushed him under a bus It was a spur of the moment thing
There was the bus speeding down the hill A quick squeal of brakes and under he went Simple really.
At least it would have been
If he hadn't dragged me with him He got a broken leg I got a crack on the head
Locked in syndrome I can see and hear I just can't react To anything
He's very loyal Comes every day, for hours and hours Nattering away Tells me about what he's been up to
With my friends, In my flat, Driving my car, I can't even scream
It sure would be a blessed relief to be rid of him!