The men in her life deserted her
She stay up all night wondering if she deserved it
To them she was just desert
The meal after the good meal

Life was tough cause they all had that special touch
They always made her feel like she was the girl of the house
Without even staying the night
They left with picking fights
She was really was just a mouse trapped in a maze of relationships with no care

No care for who she was
So she grew hate for every man who came
The light at the end of the tunnel always showed Mr Right for the moment
So she grew the hatred for the sweet moments portrayed by the chick-flicks aired at night

Her Knight in shining armor was no more than a character acting in a movie she created with scenes she wished she'd deleted

What you now read is a novel no longer important
Her heart is no longer broken
With the pen in her hand the script is now one which no man should witness