Who holds the bottle when she's troubled
Getting over her lost lover
It doesn't matter, she's not a keeper
You'd do better finding another
One without a child and a list of men gone through the bed
It doesn't matter that she looks like a model
Underneath her dyed hair is a dried skin you can't cover with a bouquet of flowers.

However, that's not your concern
You're a psychopath and that's just a way to pass time
To toy with her emotions, to break what's been broken
So she may never feel whole again
So she may never fill the hole in her heart
And that's your part in her life
That's what you've designed
Are you satisfied?