It's a scar that's sticking hard and fast
To the my fleshy silhouette, so tight
And cheap and trashy too, this metaphor,
My loaded gun in your lustful hands,
Never the trigger pulling kind, right?
Need to shake this aura over lover,
Not be defined by what you did,
Got to practice what I preach, promise
To let this, softly, let this go, but
I'm that girl now, you know the one -
Yes, you know the one. The cheated upon.
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