Gather round,
I'd like to make a toast,
To the girls that ran away when I needed them the most,
With their innocent looking eyes,
And their stone cold glare,
Don't ever look for me,
You won't find me anywhere.
I was at my lowest point,
When you threw me to the side,
I'll water every shallow grave with every tear I cried,
Don't try to cheer me up,
Don't ever ******* try,
Every word you speak to me is a God ****** lie.
I'll cut these chains you have on me,
You have around my throat,
I tried to protect my holy castle,
But you filled in my moat.
Thanks.