I feel ******* invisible
Being in your past

But I can't even scream out how I feel because I'm not even supposed to miss you
To everyone around me,
You are public enemy number one
The villain who left scars
Who used me as emotional target practice

You ripped me up into pieces
To use me as fuel for your fire
For your ego

Why the hell would I miss you?

Underneath the floorboards of the ruins of the house that we built
Are the metaphorical polaroids of my secret
The fact that I almost lost my life just to escape
Because playing house with you is fatal
Making eggs and bacon for my own personal dementor
Because playing house with you is playing Russian Roulette alone
as you are too busy being the gun

And as I was hanging by the last apron string
You grew weary of the decor
But didn't bother to give your 30 days notice

This house is nothing but broken glass and ashes now
But I visit when no one is looking
Finding a broken reflection

Now you've built a house with someone new
And this house doesn't even exist to you.