The words are coming I feel terrible,
Is it typical for us to end like this?
Am I just another scene,
From a movie that you've seen one-hundred times?
'Cause baby you weren't the first or the last or the worst,
And I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse,
we could sit around and cry but frankly you're not worth it,
So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under.
This is sorry for the last time.
And baby I understand how you're making new friends,
This is how you get by.
The moral this time is,
Girls make boys cry.
On any other day would shoot the boy,
But your simple toy,
Had caused a scene like this.
Leave him hanging on the walls,
Just a picture in the hall,
Like a hundred more.
Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips,
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips.
I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix,
For such a simple little whore.
And your name remains the same,
All that has changed is this pretty face.
So pull the trigger,
It never gets closer,
You want to start over,
But never start over.