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

He is so fucked up
He's a constant source of pain
Now I decide to fuck him 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
He's my favorite work of art
My own personal hell
He cries on cue
Aint 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 he's seeing another woman
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