June, July, August, September, November, December Shall I continue? Should I tell them about every moment you stole from me? You wrapped me up and said you were the only one with the key I was smitten by you but you turned out to be like an old flea Sucking the life from me and bringing me to my knees You stole my innocence, broke me Left me tangled in a web of lies, drugs, alcohol, cheating I couldn't help myself I hated who I was You broke me, beat me, left me bleeding with bruises from your golden hands You broke my trust, threw me in the dust And now you crawl back But guess what I'm not yours anymore I picked myself up off of the floor Realized I was meant for more So don't wait on me it's not worth your time Trust me, I don't like fleas.