I am... I am but
of who I was. A broken, grey thing.
thing, miming lyric and ****** rhyme,
A broken watch that's keeping time
and the watch has hands, but it's
and in the broken wiry strands, I'm
waiting to stop time, and rewind
back to the moment when you shared my misery.
But you broke free,
and now you mock me.
Your laughing life mocks me, leaves me
and vainly hunting
How dare you be a beautiful something,
and leave me behind to be this ugly
When someone else is happy, you're supposed to say "I'm happy that you're happy." But I'm not happy. F*** you for being happy without me.