I knew a girl once, a real fire-starter
Zestful Zeeba, petite trouble-maker
I knew a girl once, Feels so long ago
The passion, the adventure; where did it all go?
Isn’t the essence of life to live?
Isn’t the essence of love to give?
Isn’t the essence of hate to inflict
wounds so deep, hoping they would never heal?
Because you want me with your lips
And hate me with your eyes
Begging me to stay, wishing me away
Stagnant relations, bordering on decay
Please run a dart through me and let me bleed
Than another day of this ‘us’. It’s insipid!
You call this a relationship? I call it a rot!
Pierce us and find out if there’s still blood!
We are a lifeless couple, dead to emotion
Everyday, the same pattern of conversation
“How’s your day?”
And in my head, I’m like: “Kill me already!”
Written by Uncle Phil
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