She is so fucked up 
And it freaks me out 
She is so messed up 
Always finds something to worry about 
She cries on cue 
Ain?t that a sad thing to do? 

She is so fucked up 
She's a constant source of pain 
Now I decide to fuck her further up 
And flush my past down the drain 
I'm on the edge from too much thinking 
I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking 

I'm a poem with no rhyme 
I'm a victim of a crime 
I'm a writer with no pen 
Desperately searching for ways to write again 

Could someone please unlock my heart? 
Cause I'm caught in a tragic spell 
She's my favorite work of art 
My own personal hell 
She cries on cue 
Ain?t that a sad thing to do? 

I'm a poem with no rhyme 
I'm a victim of a crime 
I'm a writer with no pen 
Desperately searching for ways to write again 

So she's seeing another man 
I'm not lost; I just don't know who the hell I am 
I'm on the edge from too much thinking 
I'm on the verge of dying of too much drinking 

I'm a poem with no rhyme 
I'm a victim of a crime 
I'm a writer with no pen 
Desperately searching for ways to write again