She is so fucked up
And it freaks me out
She is so messed up
Always finds something to worry about, yeah
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, yeah
I am 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 am 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