Maybe shes tired,
Maybe shes not happy with me anymore
Maybe shes sick of my attitude and mood swings
Maybe she found someone better,

She had the perfect revenge
Its better than death
She has agony as bullets in a  machine gun pointed at me
She has all she needs
She got my soul and spirit

Tormenting me in every second of everyday
Burning me every minute as she pleases
Tearing me like she doesn't care anymore
I guess she made up her mind
Like she was suppose to all of that time