Her time

It's her again
as always, she.
She loves you
and it's not Me.
She writes you
and it's not Me.
You want her too
never gon' be Me.

And so you stay
a beautiful dream.
A crazy Utopia
a different world from Me.
Something to cry 'bout
something to scream.
Never went ever
that's what I see.

And so it's My fault
she feels unseen.
She's been hurt before
by Me.
She's hurt right now
through you and Me.
Will she be hurt
when you will see

what she offers you?
Will you break her spine!?
Will you kill her heart!?
Will you waste her time!?
I tried and tried,
to yell "I'm fine!"
but..., after all...
this remains a lie.

I wanna kiss hate you
Lick tell you
Love that you
and your hating friends
should fucking leave my life!
But we're in the same room
and so I remain quiet.
Cause that's her time.
To choose her own life.
The newly wed bitch
paired with the most pretty mind.

If she chooses so,
I guess that's all right.
If it's her wish,
it turns to her time.

And I'm fine.