She always shows up at the worst of times
Telling me the bad news that I thought I would finally be able to avoid
She brings me down
Steals the hope from any and every moment of my life
Thanks

She's the kind of woman who feeds off of pain
Her mouth waters at the sound of a stifled cry
She finds joy in sadness
And appropriately so
She is the drop dead devil everyone trusts
Her hair is the color of the sun
The lonely, burning hot sun who sits pretty in the sky all alone
Solace
Searching
Occupying herself with her terrorizing antics
Go home *****

Life without her is cold and dark
And beautiful
Life with her is hot and blinding
And scorching

I live with her and she lives with me
I hate every second of it
But she clings on for dear life
And I'm the kind of person who just can't say no
You're welcome.