I lost my girlfriend, before I even met her,
Sold my soul, felt so goddamn better,
as my morals flew out the window,
we sat on the corner, as the Gods had another go.
Scratched myself, but never had a chance to bleed,
Watched the hundreds of us, as we began to read,
See all the bridges I burnt and built?
Saw all the bodies that never did hurt.
Lost my girlfriend, before I even met her,
Lost my soul, felt no better.
You've certainly got something raw about your writing. I wonder how it's going to progress over the years. Met her, better. Yeah, I like that.