I'm too tired to play charades with a cheat
stale rhymes are junk for a cynic, you see.
they say I have a competitive streak,
so what is it that you see in her you don't see in me?
will she write poems for you?
would she fight and die for you?
I wouldn't either but it won't kill you if you knew
oh darling, darling, you're too sweet
keeping you satisfied is no mean feat
these silly pantomimes aren't very neat
so I say we should strangle this broken beat
don't you think it's time to tidy up this mess
fight less, dream less
because we were bound to break, save your words and confess.
to tell you the truth
between our walls, there's nothing left to prove
say goodbye to the girl you once threw
She's not waiting around to watch the skies turn blue
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