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It’s not open to interpretation

Her words are never minced

She let me know what was on her mind

Don’t remember when I felt so maligned

And things haven’t been quite the same since

She wrote I hate you in marker in the bedroom

You’re no good for me in pencil in the hall

I’d be better off on my own

In crayon by the telephone

I guess you could say

The writing’s on the wall…

I’m starting to think it’s time to end this

Her poetry of insults of knows no bounds

Give me broken glass or mustard gas

Her repertoire is growing fast

And somehow it reads even worse than it sounds

She wrote you’re worthless in ballpoint in the kitchen

You can’t satisfy in the bathroom stall

I have had my fill with ink and quill

Just below the window sill

I guess you could say the writing’s on the wall

She’s the Michelangelo of hurting feelings

«You're dead to me» in lipstick all across the ceiling…

When it’s over, i know I’ll miss her

she’s a beauty, she’s an artist and my world

Yeah, I know she lives to torture me

From the nailpolish ont he TV

But it just won’t be the same without my girl

She’s the Henri Mattisse of breaking spirits

«You're a waste of space» in watercolor above the chandelier

And it’s starting to get to me, when I read…

I hate you in marker in the bedroom

You’re no good for me in pencil in the hall

I’d be better off on my own

In crayon by the telephone

I guess you could say

The writing’s on the wall…

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