She is so fucked up
And it freaks me out
She is so messed up
Always finds something to worry about
She cries on cue
Ain´t that a sad thing to do?

She is so fucked up
She´s a constant source of pain
Now I decide to fuck her further up
And flush my past down the drain
I´m on the edge from too much thinking
I´m on the verge of dying of too much drinking

I´m a poem with no rhyme
I´m a victim of a crime
I´m a writer with no pen
Desperately searching for ways to write again

Could someone please unlock my heart?
Cause I´m caught in a tragic spell
She´s my favorite work of art
My own personal hell
She cries on cue
Ain´t that a sad thing to do?

I´m a poem with no rhyme
I´m a victim of a crime
I´m a writer with no pen
Desperately searching for ways to write again

So she´s seeing another man
I´m not lost; I just don´t know who the hell I am
I´m on the edge from too much thinking
I´m on the verge of dying of too much drinking

I´m a poem with no rhyme
I´m a victim of a crime
I´m a writer with no pen
Desperately searching for ways to write again