Miss Perfect.
She'll leave,
As soon as something better comes.
The pretty little miss perfect.
Leaves you empty,
When she's done.
And when,
Miss picture perfect,
Am I supposed to give up?
When do I stop?
When do I leave?
But I have no where to go,
You were my home,
My world,
My life.
I trusted you,
As I thought you trusted me.
But never mind.
Go have fun in your big city.
Have fun in your perfect life.
And when you're done,
I'll be gone.