The life you stole from me was mine, you crutch.
A heart that I was using at the time…
Although I guess it doesn’t matter much,
For you’ve moved on to the next fool in line
If you were here, I’d tell you to your face –
Whichever one you’re wearing, false or true –
That if I’d known that you could be so base
I never would have loved
Someone like you
Nice.