My life was simple, and everything comfy cosy
before you came along?
A stagnant slump, preventing me from growing.
The mere suggestion at first impetus, providence delivered,
but since you're a bittersweet memory, you will be forgotten.
I didn't really want you anyway, not your life, not your personality,
really just your affection, your honey.
Neither angry, just disappointed, not jealous, just happy.
But really deep down I'm glad you didn't pick me
and as I look deep into my heart, I know that you were poison.