You know things are brutal when the plural goes all singles
The once mutual with constant mingles
Goes all poor and starts to fall on you

You probably kickin you for not stickin it out
Guess it'll forever be your downfall, she's probably wondering whether you've figured it out
From all the clues she left in the house 
Non of this was ever ment to hurt her, you just wanted to make her your spouse

With all the pain she buries in her heart
Is you diggin it up?