See that boy over there?
He's a Breakup Boy.
You can tell by his hair,
And how he's acting so coy.
You think he's alright;
He'll make a good boyfriend,
But he'll have you crying all night,
Left with wounds you can't mend.
You'll tell him it's over,
You'll do it right now,
You get him to sit,
You can say it, just don't know how
He's your Zeus,
And you're his Hera,
Your relationship's obtuse,
It doesn't fit in this era.
You tell him it's finished;
You're over; you're done.
He looks rather sober and says,
"It's fine, you weren't much fun."