Arguing with Myself

-Look there goes my bride.
Damn and look at those thighs.
-Shut up dude seriously.
and bury that shit deep inside.

-Why? i love that girl.
-Eww you're gonna make me hurl!
-Oh whatever you love her too.
-of course,that is true.
but my love isn't on the same level as you.

Oh wait, i'm sorry, those were her words not mine.
-Fuck you dude for real.
she will be mine again in time...
-Keep dreaming you fucking fag.
Here put those feelings in this bag.
Then burn em
and like that relationship give it a deceased tag.

-Wow is this how you cope?
by being a fucking dick?
-Hell yeah even her parents think she's better off dating a hick.
Forget about her dude.
and i know you aren't in the mood.
but the way she fucking dropped us was pretty damn rude.

Find a new chick to love and to fuck.
Get back out there man and try your luck.
Come on just think about it.
Not like she was sent from above.
-Fuck off I am a man,
who just knows when he's in love.

But what do i say to her?
I can't even look her in the eyes.
I know if i do My weakened heart would die.
-You don't say shit...
You keep it inside...
and let this discussion...
be the final goodbye...