As if my heart was made of strawberry jello
And you were all set to fire
Ready, aim shoot,
Massacre that gelatinous target!
And I'm down,
I've been hit!
Multiple angles,
Oh, shit!
Didn't see that coming,
but
How can you lose?
Your foundation
Your everything
in just one terrible Sunday?
Bottomless rejection
Stings the most,
at the moment.
And he's gone
For good
Forever.
And I still haven't broken the news
To my little Angel
I don't think
She'll handle it so well.