My world is depriving me of oxygen; as you parade around with your new girl, and I receive pity stares from friends. I play unconcerned βtil I get home, then I showcase all of my sadness with my pen, paper and nonstop tears. Iβm going to use you as my muse to tell you to go ***** yourself, poetically.
When it's over, but you still have those **** feelings when you see him with someone new!