I thought you were someone exquisite,
then you turned out to be a hypocrite;
God forgive this poem full of dark curses
This is for the man with past as his excuses.
Why would you use my bestfriend in vain;
Then in the end, in tatters she remain;
She has nothing to do with your past grief,
Yet you broke her pure heart like a thief.
Why would you advice her something,
That you yourself aren't even applying?
Are you trying to be clean and spectacular?
Now you're even turning out to be bipolar.
God once again I apologize for this heart being a critic,
I just can't stand this guy being crappy pathetic;
And, well dude, I've got some sizzling news for you:
The loser in the end will forever and always be you.
then you turned out to be a hypocrite;
God forgive this poem full of dark curses
This is for the man with past as his excuses.
Why would you use my bestfriend in vain;
Then in the end, in tatters she remain;
She has nothing to do with your past grief,
Yet you broke her pure heart like a thief.
Why would you advice her something,
That you yourself aren't even applying?
Are you trying to be clean and spectacular?
Now you're even turning out to be bipolar.
God once again I apologize for this heart being a critic,
I just can't stand this guy being crappy pathetic;
And, well dude, I've got some sizzling news for you:
The loser in the end will forever and always be you.