Slain
Eek, stop and leave the room,
Get in your car and vroom, vroom
I never want to see your face again.
Like I said, you pulled the last straw, the end.
I'm so done with everything you say and do
The words that I speak are sadly true.
I'm too upset to speak to you right now.
I don't even know how
You could do something so horrendous to me
And I don't know how to be
When you walk into the room, I cringe at the memory of the pain
A heart torn already in two, you have slain.
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