I'm all mixed up,
I've got a broken heart y'see,
and in a sense I'm relieved -
at least I know I've got one now.

I'm cascading,
into a former life,
where no-one is interested,
where no-one gives a ****.

And what's worse,
More than anything else,
More than the brokenness and reclusion,
is the pangs of regrets,
when I think of you with her,
knowing it should be me.