Cliche

Let's write a cliche in the making

You have my heart, and yet it is breaking

Why did you have to go and do this

You've broken my trust with one little kiss

I saw you, it's true, under the tree

It's was friday at Donna's party

Your lips on that girl, I saw it all

Moaning and groaning, I wanted to fall

Why to me, had this occured

No words from you could have me assured

You said you were drunk, what can I say

But you enjoyed it and that you'd displayed

I looked and I wondered when would it end

This girl wasn't random, she was my friend

Truly, simple, and out in the air

Why should I even give a care

I saw you, you two, under the tree

Expressing your lust for each other freely

I'd had a feeling that she'd liked you

No sense in denying it, it's obviously true

Your heart was always full of deceit

It hadn't been the first time you'd cheated on me

The natural cliche has us paired up

I figure for now on, you'll be wearing a cup.