I know this Gets so old After a while The stories Familiar Of her exile This has to Come from me Unless it builds I have to Just move on So understand I loved her But she thought I was a man In quiet Adultery His eyes could kill Started to think that that's just life I can't remember what i'm like Living with this shattered self Her abuse left me a shell I know this Gets so old After a while These stories All retold In mad-lib style