You speak, you brag, you intimidate
You deliver the goods but there's a price to pay
Ladies and gents with no further delay
Mr Peacock's walking down the runway
Welcome him with a big round of applause
Don't forget, kiss his hands and feet
One faux pas and the passion's all gone
He'll only find comfort if you worship him
You can't go on
What's done is done
He clearly don't realize the weight of his words
Every crossed lines, every scarred hearts
Don't seem to bother him anymore
There's a fine line between love and hate
Narrow-minded and open-mouthed
Short on social skills and fake stories
In the desert planting seeds
He will wait forever for his carrots and beets
Of all the people, he should know better
You know that crops won't grow with salty water
The clock is ticking, time's running late
Some time alone will give her breathing space
A rollercoaster of mixed emotions
Sixty text messages a day
Nothing to help his sanity level
Ever heard the word emopulate?
You can't go on
What's done is done
He clearly don't realize the weight of his words
Every crossed lines
Every scarred hearts
Don't seem to bother him anymore
Land mining seems more accurate
Than what he calls giving a chance
He don't read well between the lines
Cause silence is a scream for help
A part of him knows where he missed
Is it the wrong lure or the wrong fish?
Resetting everyday
He still acts surprised when she says
We can't go on
We'll have to go on separate ways
What's done is done
I'll forgive you if you forget me
Every scarred heart
A wasted opportunity
What's done is done