Read the fine print.

Look at you
All skeletal
I think you’ll find
That that’s imprisonment
You should have read the fine print
You make me sick you stupid wench
What did you think would happen
When you sold your soul to the devil?
Top hats and pin stripes
A gentlemen to make it all fine?
How could you be so unwise!
I just lost all my respect for you
I had hopes and dreams for you, but this just can’t do
I’m cutting our conjoining cord
I can’t be near you
Without wanting to make you hurt
I hope your happy
Because I’m not.