Every girl has a goal,
Even some, an intention...

Forget it, she's done,
She's sick of your shit...

Why you treat me like you do?
I don’t deserve it...

You should never have to question
Why I still stick with you...

Every day I drift,
My thought run back to you...

He loves to play his game,
So vindictive its a sin...

Tears fall like acid rain,
Creep through pillows, where they lay...

Wake up early morning,
Put on the happy face...

I want to paint my face
And just pretend that I am someone else...

Don't say you love me,
I know that you don't...

Betrayed
Used...

I'm not your consolation prize,
That's something you gotta understand...