I would’ve crawled under that bridge with you,
Lived in the dirt and shared the scraps.
Ugly, broken, homeless, or through—
I didn’t give a **** about the traps.
I offered a heart for a heart when I had nothing left,
But you mistook my mercy for a target for theft.
You took a woman who was already down,
And tried to kick the soul right out of her chest.
You wanted to be the king of a junk-pile crown,
By making me feel like I was less than the rest.
Every "crazy" you called me was a stone in your wall,
Building yourself up just to watch me fall.
Well, look at you now, standing over the wreckage.
I hope you feel like a man today.
I hope that hollow ego was worth the breakage,
And the price of the girl you threw away.
Was it worth it to win? Was it worth it to lie?
To feel like a giant while you watched my worth die?
You’re the one left with the nothing now.
I hope the silence is exactly what you wanted.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
I would’ve crawled under that bridge with you,
Lived in the dirt and shared the scraps.
Ugly, broken, homeless, or through—
I didn’t give a **** about the traps.
I offered a heart for a heart when I had nothing left,
But you mistook my mercy for a target for theft.
You took a woman who was already down,
And tried to kick the soul right out of her chest.
You wanted to be the king of a junk-pile crown,
By making me feel like I was less than the rest.
Every "crazy" you called me was a stone in your wall,
Building yourself up just to watch me fall.
Well, look at you now, standing over the wreckage.
I hope you feel like a man today.
I hope that hollow ego was worth the breakage,
And the price of the girl you threw away.
Was it worth it to win? Was it worth it to lie?
To feel like a giant while you watched my worth die?
You’re the one left with the nothing now.
I hope the silence is exactly what you wanted.
By dum silly girl
