He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in this gray
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
I don't understand
Why do I stress the man?
When there's so many real things at hand
We could've never had it all
We had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawal
Even a bust up one of you
and perspective pushes through
I'll be some next man's other woman soon
I cannot play my self again
Should just be my own best friend.
Not fuck my self in the head with stupid men