Wish I'd never met you
even though there's things I like
Still what's mostly true is you were trouble at first sight
Or,maybe should I say "bite?"
Because I feel like I've been stung by Cupid's arrow
A mortal wound, keeps opening and bleeding until tomorrow
Until I can get a hold of myself again
Somehow stop, don't go down that bend
For once, choose that other path
for every pleasure there's three times pain, that's the math
I must forget you, I've done this before
With other guys who weren't good for me anymore
If I look at the last one, I could care less
But there was a time, if I was without him, I'd be a hot mess
So I've done it before, even though it's hard to believe
And now is the time: it's you I must leave