You think you're mad?
Because I talked about my Ex.
You think you know hurt?
Because I can't let go.

I sat there, broken
While you told me
That you lost it to another
While your heart supposedly belonged to me.

I sat there, as you stomped
On the broken pieces of my heart.
With her! My Best Friend!

Don't tell me to move on
Don't tell me to shut up
You're lucky
That you can still call me your girl.

So don't tell me that you're mad.
When I'm not the one
Who broke your heart.