Casanova . No More.

He sang ' you should let me love you ' Ironically.He continued in his amateur voice 'If i was your man, baby you...never worry about what i do'. how idle, of this compulsive stranger.Who turns out to be not so strange at all, just stupid.The bug eyed camouflaging fly with its last brain cell,falls into a web of his own deceit.Liers will be liers. Cheaters will always be cheaters.Seranades of his last in these end of the woods echo. .
To laugh. To comfort... to out scrunch my eyebrows to that 'i knew it' posture.
Alas it hurt my mini me. the person I see some much of myslef a while back.
And still, with the goose chase, HA! on u loser.
The hunt. The trantrum. The upset. The denail.
The straight up oblivion to the situation.
This hillbilly still seared messages of sarcasm.
When nothing should be said by the wrong. Nothing.
No explaination. No ellaboration. No farce. No self justifying comments.
Just Shut Up and Drive.