Just stick it in the arm,
It's swollen beyond the arm,
The mind is fighting,
To find itself for it self,
Losing what is left,
Which losers never expect,
Nothing left to offer,
You even fought her,
But like always you bought her,
Back to the level you're at,
Your mind is completely saturated,
With the fat of your ego,
You tell people the story, the part you're a hero,
When actually you are less than zero,
****** Her, ****** Her Mind,
Now she'll have to live,
With something you can't undo,
And her mind can't forgive,
You wonder why she can't live,
In piece, with it,
You dumb ****, you play with it,
Happy, ******, sad, then, dead,
How many more bottles,
In the end, will lay next to the bed,
The one place to go, rest her head,
Before giving up in the end, instead