A keen collector of women’s tears

You act like you have no remorse

Stacked up like holiday souvenirs

Along with broken hearts, of course

 You’ve trodden this path many times before

You have no scruples about it at all

It seems that you’re just keeping score

As you paste more tears up on your wall

The grief you made and the tears I cried

Left me deluded at the end

To want the love that you denied

Can’t even class you as a friend

I’m less deluded but now I’m sad

I thought we had a special thing

But dealing with someone so bad

When all I was, was just a fling

Now all my love is locked away

There’s no time for a man of vice

Who lives off all his selfish ways

I’ll no longer make that sacrifice

Good luck, your future looks so bleak

Never mind what I have lost

Cos you’ll realise that it’s you that’s weak

When you come to count the cost

Fooling under false pretences

Truly you’re not very nice

Breaking down my strong defences

Cruelly never thinking twice

So you’re a collector of tears like trophies

Well, no more from me, now just go please!