Cover your eyes
This is going to hurt
Brought apon yourself
In a little pencil skirt.
You can kick rocks
But don't disturb the dirt.
Never wanted this
I thought you were perfect
In that little pink Floyd shirt.
A ruse I say; you disagree
A future I wanted
But a future that is so bleak
Take care of yourself
One day maybe you'll see
That we were just never meant to be.