Just cling to your words,
Cause they're all that you've got,
To veil the way that you rot,
Keep trying to hide,
But you've got no,
One on your side,
And I hope,
That you pray,
Cause you're gonna meet God some day,
Then you'll face what you've done,
Like facing the end of a loaded gun,
But me, I've,
Got to find,
A way to,
Let this go,
And she'll have to,
Heal a bit,
Due to one hell of an ignorant twit,
Who clearly didn't know,
The worth of her,
And so,
Clings to his words,
Like an argumentative boy,
Whose life is lacking,
In any real joy,
Yes, cling to your words,
Cause they're all you've got,
But anything you claim to be,
We already know you're not.
