We sunk like a ship
When I got sick of your shit
And you told me
You could do better
You selfish son of a bitch
You didn’t think of the kids
Your conscience light as a feather
We sunk like a ship
When I got sick of your shit
There’s nothing more to it
I’m not a coward like you
To say what is true
You didn’t think I would do it
Now we both live alone
And our kids roam
Back and forth
From a broken home
This is never what I wanted
And everything I needed
To break free
From the ship
That was
sinking me
Do you want to heal from heartache? Write a punk song about it.
It should do the trick.
Thank you for reading. ❤
