I swear it's not intentional, but I guess I have a type

Someone that likes to put me down and always likes to fight

Too many years were spent with me stuck underneath their boots

Just stomped into the mud all day and I've got the scars for proof

Now normally I don't like to bitch about it

But you had to go be a bitch about it

So I've crossed that line, and I won't come back

To girls like you, I fell into

I've learned to fly, off of your gren

Goodbye and I hope I never see your face again

700 miles away, but we thought we'd take the plunge

90 pounds when soaking wet, but you sure could pack a punch

You'd scream and get me thrown out of the bars that we would go

Then I'd say "Fuck this." And drive home

You can walk back in the snow

Now normally I don't like to bitch about it

But you had to go be a bitch about it

So I've crossed that line, and I won't come back

To girls like you, I fell into

I've learned to fly, off of your gren

Goodbye and I hope I never see your face again

I heard you're happy but I don't care

As long as you're out of my hair

I hope the next guy has more luck

But truth be told I don't give a

And I'm glad I made the call, cause even if she has it all

Then at least I can say I left it all behind