Keep your words out of my mouth,
hand me a needle, I'll sew my lips shut.
I'd hate to hear more lies,
let our "god" strike me deaf.
And I've never felt so gutless, so substandard.

And now I wait at the foot of her bed.
Mine is the last face this spineless whore will see.
And when I bury the blade hilt deep, she'll say;
I dreamt of drama,
how did we end up like this?

Murder will rip a man apart they say.
I'm living proof they're wrong.
I'm the happiest I've been in years today.
That lying bitch is gone.

Though memories and lies have past,
And I've been down this road before,
I realize that this is not the last,
Heartbreaking lying whore.