Replaced

Oh Filthy girl
So you have been replaced?
Now you're miserable
You're less than a beggar
You don't mean nothing to him
As much as you press the rose's thorns
The blood will flow
And the wounds will only get deeper
Nothing you'll receive in exchange
Only more sorrow
Bitterness and pain
Let him go
He doesn't love you
And he never will
You're losing your strenght
Fighting a war you already lost.
Increasing your misery
Stoping your life.