She’ll tell him once more,
As she’s told him before,
That’s she’s tried to forgive,
But that her heart will not give,
And so with his finger he’ll point,
And with his voice he’ll blame,
“You’re an emotional terrorist, you’re a whore!”
And, maybe she is – a terrorist and a whore, that is.
But she’d rather be that,
than a father with no shame.