Get Over Him Babes

Music blaring,
Into her ears.
She screams the lyrics,
Maybe someone will hear.

"Hey sweettalker, that's all you are..."
Didn't care about all those scars.

Your so called "love" made them real,
Left behind in memory of your lies.
Butterflies kisses were just to feel,
Lost again within those emerald eyes.

Bled in all teenage angst,
Screamed in all silent pain.
Kissed with all of passion,
Dyed her heart black again.

"Hey sweettalker, your love isn't real..."
Get over this break up,
Babes you have to deal.

Get over it with a device of delight,
A needle, a blade and some painkillers too.
Written
I
♥
U
On a peice of my wrist,
Just remember my heart bled in all teenage angst
For
You.