Picking up the pieces is always hard,
Here I go again with the sad story,
But it’s a short one this time.
Can’t even see a anniversary
Changing chicks like changing shoes,
What is love again?
I’m losing hope when it comes to love,
Losing the fighting but the war goes on,
So many battles I keep choosing the wrong ones,
People leaving me behind and moving on.
Im stuck in the same place like a tree
Just waiting to be cut down,
Turned into tissue paper.
Something to wipe your ass with.