Dry and lonely, here I sit,
things are the same old shit.
Matters of the heart with a bitter taste,
drowning in fate, such worthless waste.

You've only seen the shell of me,
the only way to converse is telepathy.
I speak no more for my body's been sucked dry,
no saliva, no organs, no tears to cry.

Skin has turned as white as a dove,
it bleeds no blood, but a trace of love.
A feeling that's destroyed, no longer in motion,
Hate is trying to tackle my hopeless emotion.

Now that she's gone, I see a resemblence,
she represents all the others that struck a rememberence.
She's a lost memory that's not worth trappin',
I look everyone in the eye and say "shit happens."

The only kind of pain I have,
is the ego I let her grab,
never touched my heart but it's kickin' and slappin'.
I need time to remenis,
it's too damn easy to forget her kiss,
yet again I'm hurt like this,
but I'll look back some day and say "shit happens."

I turn around and I can't breathe,
it's pissin' me off, her face won't leave.
She won't get the fuck out of my head,
why should I care? I never got her in bed.

Because once again I can't believe,
another failure for my mind to retrieve.
Only been days and she's already back stabbin',
guess all I can say is that "shit happens."

The only kind of pain I have,
is the ego I let her grab,
never touched my heart but it's kickin' and slappin'.
I need time to remenis,
it's too damn easy to forget her kiss,
yet again I'm hurt like this,
but I'll look back some day and say "shit happens."

No godamit, that's not a tear,
it's just the fucking memory I fear.