She’s one huge, disgusting liar.
They’ve taken to calling her the minx.
“I really love you. So, so much,” she says flattering everyone around.
Well what’s it matter, it’s not serious.

The people jeering at her multiply without end.
Sometimes, I experiment with ‘no’, but has it changed anything really?
Can the rainfall please last for tomorrow?

In the end, I have nothing.

She’s one huge, disgusting liar.
They’ve taken to calling her the minx.
“I really love you. So, so much.”
To prevent these words from ever turning fake again,
I smile and leave you,
Buh-bye.