Your eyes cut me like a razor blade
In your presence there’s not much I can say
I don’t like you
I no longer lust you
In fact I despise you
I no longer trust you
You won’t even be loved
Heartstrings played, shoved
I can’t believe I tried to let you in
Where you should be is in the pen
From all the lies you chalked up
You should be locked up
You thought they’d never crop up
Can’t believe I almost rocked up
Thank God I wasn’t knocked up

How it ended should be a crime
You stole my heart, vandalized my mind
In the court of love, you’d be fined
If it was up to me, you’d do time
You think being a fugitive of love is lucrative
The damages are punitive
Like a lunatic you keep on doin’ it
You’ve got it all wrong, that’s intuitive
As for me, I’m through with it
What do you think you’re provin’, kid?
You should be prosecuted

Wasn’t even loaded
Almost exploded
Dropped the clip
Unloaded it
Headlines would’ve been clipped
Changed the story real quick
Imagine the quips they’d rip about it
But do we really give a shit?
Wash red devils down with a sip
Feel blood rush to skin
Forget how we feel about it
Swallow it down for a moment
So close to saying we quit
Remember what they said would happen if we did

How it ended should be a crime
You stole my heart, vandalized my mind
In the court of love, you’d be fined
If it was up to me, you’d do time
You think being a fugitive of love is lucrative
The damages are punitive
Like a lunatic you keep on doin’ it
You’ve got it all wrong, that’s intuitive
As for me, I’m through with it
What do you think you’re provin’, kid?
You should be prosecuted

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