The love we shared was neon pink
Our beautiful love could never shrink
Our champagne glasses used to clink
But no good thing lasts
The love we shared is now spilled ink
Spreading and destroying the neon pink
Our champagne glasses will never clink
I'm thankful for all of the spilled ink
You threw my heart into the dirt
I have to say that really hurt
Your words were worse than a knife in the back
How can you live with that
You hurt the ones who love you the most
Hundreds of women from coast to coast
They were all like me
Young and naive
Thinking were a man of high class
But you're really a low life jackass
I don't know what you think
But I'm thankful for all of this spilled ink
S.M.
