She's sick of your mood swings
Your pickings, and choosings
She's sick of your ons and offs
Sick! of your moans and scoffs
Well Done. You've broken her heart
Welcome to Crappy Town, where do we start?
She wasted all my words and more
You called her "Lazy Bitch." and "Dirty Whore"
Here you go boy, Here's a gold star
You really know how to make her scar
She wasted all her life and soul
On you, you stupid "Know it all"
She can't deal with loss and regret
In her mind, and body is set
The feeling that love is a dangerous task
It wears a guise, a dangerous mask
She wasted all her words and more
You'd dance on her grave, for sure
Never met someone as wicked as you
You wasted her time, and her body too
So she calls out in desperate persuit
Of the befitting mind, to help recruit
The withered army of her mind
The wasted, needs a hand so kind
To pick her up out of the dust
Show mercy, will and trust
She can give you all her words and more
And see like a dove, she will soar
Out of pain, out of waste, out of gloom
Out of the locked darkness of her room
She reaches out to your kind embrace
Truth will out, She knows your face
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