You cut me once and it bled so much
My white dress was tainted in crimson
I just wanted to say goodbye
But your drew out the knife
So our goodbye was anything but good
All it did was cost me a lot of blood
You didn’t just break my heart
You tore my life apart
Years of marriage promised
The ring
The house
All down the drain
In the end, you chose your parents, you chose pain
Who will kiss you goodnight when they’re dead?
No one. You’ll just have this awful pounding in the back of your head.
I’ll be a thousand miles away
So when you’re 40 and alone, what will you say?
‘Millie, come back to me’
I’m so sorry,
I’ll be free.