Dear Girl

Dear girl, sittin' like a princess

Don't forget you were just a mistress

You played my old man anxious

Then made me the bull with a fat lip

But I was the playground for his sins

Head down I watched you kick my shins

My breath became too righteous

And those hands had left me unconscious

Smile to your face with a gun to my head

You would've been fine if I was shot dead

Oh dear girl, you have nothing on me

Dear girl, we bear the same bruises

But you fooled a fool named Brutus

You laid the groundwork deluded

My scars are what he's eluded

Smile to your face with my lifeless frame

An empire doesn't fall from my name

Oh dear girl, you have nothing on me

Smile to your face with a gun to my head

How does it feel to lay in this bed?

Oh dead girl, you had nothing on me