Good Luck
Every time she sees him all she can see is pain.
Over something she would love to have,
but could never gain.
She could be happy,
but only for a short time.
It never takes long with her for someone to cross the line.
Between happiness and revenge,
between love and hate.
She will stay with him,
but only to **** up his fate.
She is so good at it,
trust me you will get hit.
She does everything perfect,
she pulls you in.
Every guy is the same to her,
I promise she will win.
The shattered promises,
the perfect lies.
She keeps going till everything in you dies.
She could lie to you and never miss a pace,
she could do it staring you directly in the face.
She will drag out the pain,
you better believe she will.
It's going to take some time for this one to heal.
She will make toy despise everything she has ever done.
You will second guess every woman after her,
now she has won.
Get a grip,
and get it fast.
Good luck,
I hope you last.
Copyright © Angel Greenway | Year Posted 2012
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