It's as if someone
took a knife straight through
my melted butter heart, and
smeared the blood on a piece of toast,

like the feeling of Ice in a bath,
and a foot sticking off the bed,

its as if I was made of paper
and she was the little one who
ripped me to shreds,
i'm in tears but still she can't understand;

that yea, it's not your fault,
but at the same time,
like bugs in
a trap
you have done me no favors
and I am angry,

was my love not enough for you?

i hope he breaks your heart, and
i hope he breaks it good.