No name

People tell me that I am wrong
She was not to blame
Because she never whished to learn
To love without shame

The one thing she loved to do was
Acting like a dame
Forget her kith and kin and just
Wallow in the fame

Her life was fake and insincere
One big phony game
The only thing she could do was
Light up like a flame

She’s never dried my bitter tears
Never called or came
So why am I supposed to love
The bitch with no name

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