Break Up
The last thing I said to her was goodbye
Who knew that day that she would die
When the sun arose the day was mine
As the moon comes up I can't stop crying
I never thought it would be over so fast
These last few weeks were a freaking blast
We meet each other and fell head over heels
But something told me this was not real
It was to good to be true so I had my doubts
Was all going great until she let the crazy out
I feared for my life with how she would talk
I envisioned my outline drawn in chalk
So I had to tell her this would never work
I was blunt and to the point like a jerk
I told her how her crazy scared me bad
She laughed as she left not feeling mad
As she walked away she turned and said
Remember me you jerk your good as dead
So I did the only thing I could think to do
I killed that chick in in my head with voodoo
Come to find out I must be a freaking witch
Cause later that day she was found in a ditch
With a needle in her arm and a note in her hand
"I'm to sad to go on thanks to a man named Dan"
~DM2~
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