YOU LOVE HER AND YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME.
HOW COULD YOU?
HOW THE HELL COULD YOU RUN TO THE GIRL WHO EVERYBODY LOVES
AND LEAVE BEHIND, SO CRUELLY,
THE ONE THAT NO ONE WILL GET TO KNOW?

I was an idiot to not have seen this coming.
Honestly, what the **** did I think I was;
Desirable? - ha.
And how naïve of me to think
that a child like you would have the decency to
look past my scars and ask me if I was okay.

You’re a pain
and an ***
and nowhere near deserving of my affection.

...so why do I still feel this way about you?
How could I still let myself hope like hell that maybe,
just maybe,
*you’d want me.

It's hard to face a monster that you've created.
You can't hold it out on your palm:
"Here it is - the thing that's destroying me."

It's nothing you can speak of
and nothing you can show
- so how I do I tell you that I'm not okay?

There's a creature inside of me
That sits dormant against the back of my brain.
It grasps my stomach with one hand
and stops my tongue with the other.

"Just tell me what you're feeling."
It's not that simple.

We were nothing.
All that can be taken away from whatever that was
is a summarised lesson on what love is not.

Sweet lips don't dull your words,
just as those bright eyes don't conceal your intentions.
I am not some play thing
for you amuse yourself with
when you feel it fit
- or when your ego is bruised.

Learn to pick yourself up without me,
as I have done
- without  *you