Sweat and tears down her neck
She’s a reck
As the men caress her body
Like flys on a corps
Her soft skin starts to warp
Her eyes roll back
Because of the lack of his love
The love of men in her life
And all their kisses
Are like a knife
Piercing her heart
As it decomposes
Because all she wants is a bouquet of roses
And she misses him
But she knows that he will never change
He will probably get way worse
At best the same