it's ok that things are bad
yes, you're allowed to feel sad
no you're not ******* mad
leave that lad
don't tell me he's the best you've ever had

you're allowed to vent
I know how much he meant
what's left lingering is the scent
even after the ******* went
because he wasn't content

drunk, alone and full of self pity
now you feel ******
just because he doesn't think you're witty,
doesn't mean you're not pretty
you light up the whole ******* city

thinking stood washing the windows
isn't it funny who he chose
I will never get those
who choose a thorn over a rose

think about all the other lost souls
let love take its tole
you be Romeo and she will fight for the Juliet role
just please don't leave a hole
in her almost empty soul

oh my oh my
the way she cries
when she hears his lies
acting like its a surprise
I almost believe those eyes
after all those self righteous highs
can you honestly question who dies?

let me say again,
it's ok that things are bad
yes, you're allowed to feel sad
no you're not ******* mad
leave that lad
don't tell me he's the best you've ever had