Without your love,
I think I'm lost.
A wondering soul,
Incomplete.
But I suppose it's obsolete.
You don't care, you never did.
You said you loved me,
Yet when you saw a shiner toy,
She topped me.
I tried, tried to get you back.
I thought I was meant for you.
But you tore my heart in pieces,
Then poured kerosene on my soul.
The match lit, and it all went up in flames.
You terrorized my life with out even trying,
Walking past me in the hall doing nothing but nodding.
You think is was oh-so-easy for me to move on,
Since then look at what has become.
I'm a whore, a slut. A disgrace.
