The Woman

Creating an army to destroy

Thinking that he is just a toy,

To bend and hold as you please

And toss away like a disease.

 

He is more than what you think

His heart of dreams and gold

Is Her missing link,

 

But as their future is foretold

You, a jealous woman, takes control.

Striking a match that lite the flame

It was all apart of your game.

 

To twist and turn at wicked paces

 But all I see is your two faces.

Lieing woman, a selfish w***e

That won't make him adore.

 

He is not a prize to win,

This is something you cannot mend

And everyone knows you will never comprehend

The only place you'll ever go is the looney bin.

 

Don't try to pick my fate

Because he won't choose you at any rate.

So go ahead, being to cry

Weep away as months go by.