Tell me where this story is misplaced
When we hear the endless jargon of how the girl is always right
Just another story of how a life was ended over an uncaring soul
Who meant the world to someone
Someone who could care less

I vaguely remember him
But I was still taken aback by this news
And oh, how I hate her kind
To think that this could have been me

Why can't we have the strength to rise above them?
If only we could, they could be nothing
But instead all we have is another story of an aspiring life vanished

I have as well fallen for the vixen with the kiss of death
But how could he let her get the best of him like this?

A gun in his hand to signify what you mean
A bullet in his head just where you wanted it
I'll remember this story next time I hear the pain of mysagony

A future gone to a useless fuck who can't assume the simple task of being true
Enjoy living with this for the rest of your life