This is written on a napkin
talking about what we should have been
i feel like crying
possibly dying
i miss life so much
i long for his touch
ha was my baby my life
this was a bad roll of the dice
now im out of this world
he even told
his mom i was going to commit suicide
now my life has a divide
he made my world hell
and damn does he smell
i hate him so much
one touch turned into such
anger pain
and rain
but why is it only affecting me?
what about he?
the one who hurt
why did i have to flirt?
i guess i was the only one
for him it was all fun
but i was the one
in the end getting dumped and hurt
by the boy in a big t-shirt
