Of your shit I was bound to tire
My heart
A victim, of a murder for hire
You I should despise
But loving will be my demise.
Since you refuse to pick on someone your own size
And I’m tired of self-compromise
My battleships are now ready to fight
When you talk about me
Tell them it was
My inner beauty you stole
Tell them it was thanks to you that
My tanks are on high patrol
Tell them that to destroy me
Has always been your goal
And in turn
I will tell them
how you destroyed the girl I used to be.
I’ll give them a step by step guide
of why for you I will no longer fight.
I’ll tell them
You lived to see the day
When I would no longer be able to handle life’s bite
You hate me and that’s alright
My light still burns bright
Now that its all said and done
Now that you have had too much fun
Now that I’ve taken your smoking gun
Now that it’s all been over come
And just like that one by one
It’s now from me you turn and run.
Your smoking gun…
Pop.
Pop.
Now to our story I’m adding a full stop.