I wrote this for a friend who is a musician. It was a song idea for him. But  we 

don't really talk anymore so.. I figure that maybe someone on here would

appreciate it. 

 

She was wrong. Dead wrong.

A bitch. Deserving the ditch.

But it's not as easy to turn the feelings off

Like you're turning off a light switch.

 

Memories of her haunt me

And plant dark bitterness

...in this autumnal garden of my heart

That the pain she inflicted has hardened.

 

That bitch took my happiness

And didn't even deserve it.

I scream. I rant. I rave.

Relics of her, I remain a slave.

 

I drink I smoke I smoke I drink

I smoke I drink

I drink some more

But at the end of the day she's still a whore.

 

That bitch took my happiness 

And didn't even deserve it.

 

But it's time for me to live again.

& lay rest to her in my heart.

It's kinda strange how a bitter end

Could lead to a better start.

 

A start that begun in mere darkness

She left me when things were tough (shit was real).

But these sad, ill feelings... I've had enough.

 

But it's time for me to live again.

& lay rest to her in my heart.

It's kinda strange how a bitter end 

Could lead to a better start.