'Cause you're such a pretty face,
but you turned into a pretty big waste
of my time...
Your kind,
it's just the worst and lowest type.

Changing everyone for your benefit.
I hope your pretty face and yourself falls into a pit.
One filled with darkness,
so your so called "kindness"
becomes jaded with the pit's starkness.

Your pretty face,
one that brings disgrace.
One with...hazel colored eyes...
It led to my demise.
After so long, I can't help but to cry.

It's the same face, that I used to kiss.
Those lips, I dearly miss.
Why did it have to be like this.
Us, not even talking,
it's now just walking...

Further and further away.
I still remember the day,
I met your pretty face.
One that could be easily replaced.
Your pretty face, I would love to do nothing more than spray you with mace. (: