• Tell me girl, what has happened?
    It seems more and more lately
    I receive the short end
    Of the stick. And "Baby,
    I love you forever and more."
    Is that the replacement
    That I've had in store?
    Do I deserve this treatment
    Where the boy gets the girl
    And the girl's former friends
    Are dumped at the curb?
    Sorry to say this is where ends
    Can no longer meet, and die
    A cruel, struggling death.
    Please, do tell me why
    You chose his panting, heavy breath
    On your neck instead of us
    Who were with you through it all?
    Even now you would confess
    That he won't be there when you fall.
    In fact, he would be the one to trip you.
    Watch as you fall into a spiral of uncouth
    -Ness. Yes, he's the one who will stab and rip you.
    How can you deal with the truth?
    But you know that when you're alone once more
    When he's left you, to be with some priss
    And the world has labeled you "High Class Whore"
    We won't be the first ones you'll remember to miss.
    And you know when you're crawling up to my front door
    [Hell, you strutted and smiled the whole way here.]
    You'll knock, and I'll open, forgiving you once more
    With the tilt of my head and the gentle "There, there."
    In my head I'll be shouting, "I told you so!
    What scum he was, what comfort we give,
    It never accounted for anything more
    Than a safety, in case he decided to live."