i shoulda known lonelyness would be my only friend,
i shoulda known when you cheated then,
went and blamed it on me and,

took the stash of cash then sent me on my way,
i strived for better but it only kept getting worse, everyday
theres a dime a duzin,

but listen cuzin,
they dont tell you to guard ya heart,
cause these loves as they call em will rip you apart,

have me thinking its better to end it before it even starts,
if love is art and companionship is grand,
then how come i have cuts on both my hands,

and burns on my wrists,
i took the risk,
and bet the house,

trying to piece back together my mouth,
left in aww, as you took my worth and broke my jaw,
love is magic then its tragic,

then you lose yourself and things get drastic,
ima frantic fanatic,
pain i demand it,

never ask it,
to enter my life,
worse case worse then a stab with a knife,

better now then the pain of losing a wife,
truth be told i must welcome people decieving,
and then leaving with few to little words,

bags is packed and now thier sitting at the curb,
look to the floor for dimes getting %#@! from the birds,
but i have learned,

from your transgressions,
and my steadily growing depression,
not to mention

my friends who keep reminiscing,
of you and my ex friends kissing,
necking and blowing,

and finally thru your wrongs the pain that im showing,
i can move on,
fasten my belt and put my shoes on,

keep it moving,
while i blast this song