i hope wherever you are sleeping tonight
that you are turning in the sheets
regretting the things
you did to me
i hope you hate yourself
for making me cry
i'd love nothing more than
for you to be tortured by your own lies
but in reality
you're probably as comfy as can be
somewhere in a fantasy
with not even a distant thought of me
you probably don't even know
how much damage you caused
ironically it keeps me up at night
what a ******* paradox