When will you admit it's over?
To see you this way's
Really a horror.
I know you wept
Inside the womb
An unfit mother,
Drank on you.

When was the last time
You had a good idea?
Nineteen eighty-two,
Doesn't even remember you.
Gone,
in a wink of sky -
Your sweltering shadow,
Has left you behind.

My words:
You made them your own,
In all your keening -
They lack the meaning,
On my lips.

For -

You don't know whose girl you are,
You don't know whose girl you are -
You could have been so beautiful,
All over the world.