I killed her
I got bored of her being a good girl
I got tired of refilling the tear gland
I warned her about her heart but
She was too soft to act
And too tolerating to oppose
She believed In fairy tales until
She became a scary tales
Life after death
And now I’m scared to get in her head
I tried to get her on track but I think
I pushed too hard
Did I get what I want?
Yes and even more than I bargained for
She hit the road without a full tank
And the worse is she left without the keys.
Tell I miss her.