I believed in love I believed in you,
Till you pushed my limits now I’m almost through,
But then I think maybe I deserve this pain,
I’m not worth it so I should stay in this lane,
It continues the pain the hurt,
When you cheated it was more then a flirt,
But I’m supposed to forgive you and just feel better,
And here I am writing this depressing letter,
Nothing grand to sweep me off my feet,
No pretty red rose pedals on the sheet,
Nothing to make up for the pain you placed in me,
Nothing for my sad eyes to see,
So I lean against the door of escape that could set me free,
But that’s the closest I’ll get to ever flee...

He was told to slay the dragon,
To keep the princess safe in her silver wagon,
But he was very poor,
So he told the princess through the wagons door,
He said I can not afford,
The golden sword,
She said it’s ok as long as you **** the dragon there’s no debt you have to pay,
So he grabbed the sword and the dragon he did slay,
He told the princess he loved her but said he was to poor to be with her,
But she said money won’t buy you love you already have mine and for his sadness he now had a cure..

You built your boat,
When you push it out it may sink or float,
It floated for a good twelve years,
But this was one of your mothers fears,
Cuz thirteen came and you over drunk,
So the boat you built overflowed and sunk,  Twenty years passed and
you built a new boat,
You promised this time till
the day you die it will forever float..

He stole her sunshine and rainbows too,
He took her heart and made it blue,
He painted her sky black and gray,
He stole her soul then gave it away,
Dreams go far if you let them free,
But give those dreams to the wrong person and you’ll end up lost at sea..

Another one bites the dust,
While someone is still debating whether it was love or lust,
She tasted the dust but couldn’t bite,
She pulled back and gave the dust a fight,
I’ll stay here,
Says her fear,
Freedom is what she’s fought for,
Now Shes rest her burdens at the shore..

Her soul fell below your feet,
As her heart poured out to you like a river  at a quiet beat,
Each drop of blood splatted unto your hands and face,
the blood stopped dripping and now there is no more of her race,
The blood is dry on your hands,
You murdered her with your lies down into the Netherlands..

I feel like every time I swallow I’m swallowing my own stress each gulp I can taste..