Free-Spirited Hearts

She hurt him, it wasn’t her or him
Just too much, for a girl to munch
Sickness, then slipped in death
Lost all the love, she felt for her lad
Naughty turned nasty, when break up knocked

She hurt him, it wasn’t her or him
Death created a void, she didn’t want to avoid
He offered to help, she wanted to be left
The harder he pressed, the further she leapt
Naughty turned nasty, when break up knocked

She hurt him, it wasn’t her or him
His friends intervened, she didn’t let them win
Both grew weary, he thought she was merry
Emotions flared, at a moment which wasn’t fair
Naughty turned nasty, when break up knocked

She hurt him, it wasn’t her or him
He threatened to take his life, she was scared to lose another life
Talked him to life, but still won’t be his wife
Three years of love, turned flood of tears
Naughty turned nasty, when break up knocked

She hurt him, it wasn’t her or him
At first it was him, now she’s doing the missing
Wishing he could make a call, when he wouldn’t even listen
Perhaps he’s moved on, when she’s still holding on
Naughty turned nasty, when break up knocked

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