Fling for me, more for you.
I should've known it was all too soon.
I still wasn't over the one.
Nothing should've ever begun.

I tried so hard to believe there was more.
It killed me right to the core.
I wasn't happy, miserable at best.
You weren't here to stay, simply a guest.

I should apologize. I should say "I'm sorry."
But I'm not, I didn't worry.
I got what I needed.
Yes, it was conceited.

You were used and bruised.