This isn't love
How do you act like everything is alright,
Even after our huge fight.
You sit there with your pint of beer.
Shouting "come ova here!"
Well let me tell you true,
This is your queue,
To go away and never come back,
I honestly won't miss your whacks.
You harmed me and your friends,
Well this is now the end.
So stop harming the ones you love.
We are not the two white doves.
You don't belong here with me,
I finally ask you to leave me be.
But all I get back,
Is another hard whack.
I'm sent to bed,
With a sore head.
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