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 She is so fucked up

 And it freaks me out

 She is so messed up

 Always finds something to worry about

 She cries on cue

 Ain`t that a sad thing to do?

 She is so fucked up

 She's a constant source of pain

 Now I decide to fuck her further up

 And flush my past down the drain

 I'm on the edge from too much thinking

 I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking

 I'm a poem with no rhyme

 I'm a victim of a crime

 I'm a writer with no pen

 Desperately searching for ways to write again

 Could someone please unlock my heart?

 Cause I'm caught in a tragic spell

 She's my favorite work of art

 My own personal hell

 She cries on cue

 Ain`t that a sad thing to do?

 I'm a poem with no rhyme

 I'm a victim of a crime

 I'm a writer with no pen

 Desperately searching for ways to write again

 So she's seeing another man

 I'm not lost; I just don't know who the hell I am

 I'm on the edge from too much thinking

 I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking

 I'm a poem with no rhyme

 I'm a victim of a crime

 I'm a writer with no pen

 Desperately searching for ways to write again