You come around here
With a face so long
Like I’m so cruel
And did you wrong
But you did what you
Did to yourself
It won’t work blaming
Someone else
It couldn’t be clearer
So go mope to your mirror
You treated me bad
I let myself down
Shoulda stopped you then
Instead of hanging on
Guess I couldn’t believe
You’d try that on me
Your punching bag
I refuse to be
So show some respect
Don’t insult my intellect
It couldn’t be clearer
So go mope to your mirror
All your problems are caused
Not by your Ex, no one else, not me
What does it take for you to see
You did this to yourself
It couldn’t be clearer
Go mope to your mirror
Maybe then you’ll see
What you did to me
Your hurt puppy face
Is a pathetic disgrace
Don’t come any nearer
Go mope to your mirror.
© K. S. Brooks, 2005
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