My girlfriend walked out recently,
    She said she'd had enough,
She threw a glass of wine at me
    And stormed off in a huff.
And now she's spreading gossip of
    The hell I put her through,
And this that really makes it hurt
    Is all of it is true.

She's saying I am broken down
    And long since past my prime,
She's saying I am tedious 
    And dull before my time,
She's saying I am zombie-like
    And dead behind the eyes:
Why can't she have the decency
    To stick to telling lies?

She's saying that I drove her mad
    And also to despair
She's saying one more day with me
    Was more than she could bear
She's saying that I sapped her strength
    Like covid or the flu
And this that really makes it hurt
     Is all of it is true.

She's saying I'm uncivilized
    And cannot hold my drink,
She's saying that I talk too much
    And never stop to think, 
She's saying that for blathering
   I'd win the Nobel prize
Why can't she have the decency 
    To stick to telling lies.

She's saying I'm an idiot
    With nothing in the head,
She's saying I am badly hung
     And terrible in bed,
She's saying I just poke about
    And don't know what to do,
And this that really makes it hurt
    Is all of it is true.

She's saying I'm dellusional
    And getting even worse
She's saying I am talentless
    And terrible at verse
She's saying I am something something
    Something something wise,
Why can't she have the decency
    To stick to telling lies

She's saying I am desperate to
    Rekindle our romance,
She's saying I'd do anything
    But haven't got a chance
She's saying that she's happy now
   She's met somebody new,
And this that really makes it hurt
    Is all of it is true.