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