You never fucking understood the word "compromise",
All you ever spouted were bullshit lies.
I'm sick and tired of writing poetry in your honor,
Now I just want to fill my poems with the horror,
The horror you inflicted upon me,
You won't get away that easily.
Call 911, there's been a 187 in my life,
The purp has run, he had a bloody knife.
The window in the upstairs bedroom is creaked open,
He must've escaped,
There's no hoping.
The criminal got away with this heinous crime,
Ran off into the night with the beating heart of mine.
Your name appeared on America's Most Wanted list,
A million bucks on your life, for whoever did hit,
You were a chameleon, a villain living in plain sight,
But I would recognize your demeanor in the darkest night.
Call 911, there's been a 187 in my life,
The purp has run, he had a bloody knife.
The window in the upstairs bedroom is creaked open,
He must've escaped,
There's no hoping.
The criminal got away with this heinous crime,
Ran off into the night with the beating heart of mine.
Give it back,
Give it back,
All I want is my heart back.
Give it back,
Give it back,
Put my heart back.
Call 911, there's been a 187 in my life,
The purp has run, he had a bloody knife.
The window in the upstairs bedroom is creaked open,
He must've escaped,
There's no hoping.
The criminal got away with this heinous crime,
Ran off into the night with the beating heart of mine.
