You think it is about the money
That this thin green slip can fill the dark void you left in my heart
Well newsflash, baby girl
Money doesn't buy love
It doesn't replace pure emotion,
And I loved you
That I could put upon my grave
How could you do this to me
Break my heart I mean
I wanted to give you everything
Make you feel as if you were a queen,
But you just dethroned me
You took my heart right out of my chest
Then ripped it to streads as if it meant nothing
Was it worth it
Do you feel accomplished
Stealing my very essence then just simply laugh in my face
I can't even be mad,
Should of saw it coming
But I was blinded by your mere beauty
I hope you pleasant life is hell
And I hope you burn there as well