Her key chain on your door
Red lipstick on ur neck
Your colon bath in her perfume
She is all that, but not me.
She is hip and trendy,
The type of fake you hated
Still i see her painted nail on your shoulders
Like my love never mattered till date.
I see myself in your eyes
Like another piece of your broken toy
Before shinny and new
Now old, so you have move on to her
Your love was cheap like a motel
I outgrew the clothes you gave
Now i wear the crown without you
Only rebels ahead
Her clothes scattered on our bed
Our home smells like her now
You did good, the way you played
I walk away, lighting your car on fire
Throwing your shit over the bridge
Sanitised my heart from your shit
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