Here’s a story listen well

Or you might find your self in my hell

She will tell you she loves you with a smile

With that body that will drive you wild

But in the end she will run like a child

She clams she did what’s best

Even though you passed every test

She can smile threw this trim

Even though I wished my life would end

Now its like it was before

Nothing but scilence after that slammed door

In the end she was nothing more

Then a  call girl or a whore

Getting what she can

From each and every man

She can’t tell me where I had gone wrong

I felt my love was strong

Nothing its nothing its all gone

I loved her whit, I loved her smile

But in the end the love was styled

To fit her needs and guile

In the end its just me

A desk and the sound of typing keys

She is nothing more

Then the sound of that last slammed door