Look me in the eye and I shall tell you a story
Of a boy who was in love with the right girl
And the wrong girl who fell in love with him

If this was a proper tale
I would start with how the wrong girl thought the boy was funny
And how, after that, it all begun.

How she sought him above all else since then
How she made all her silly mistakes
How she made a fool of herself again and again

But this is not a proper tale
So I will start with how that girl found out
She was the wrong one.

Now here I tell you
How she realized how it felt
to be unable to breathe

Whilst she smiled against the sagging corners of her mouth
As the right girl told her
"I'm sorry. You're the wrong one."

Here I tell you
that she realized how it felt
to be desperate for cover, to melt into nonexistence

How it felt to know pain
to look it in the eye and weep
As it did terrible, terrible things to her heart

Until it could take no more
But still it endured beyond agony
Yet even as it labored, fighting to thrive...

She knew it would never be the same
She knew it, as her poor heart twisted, changed shape,
turned into a tiny thing that could no longer hold anything

The boy knew nothing of this
knew not that he had killed her and replaced her with an empty shell
And this ignorance, above all, was what caused the girl the greatest pain of all

She's different now.
Her heart had morphed into another, smaller thing
to fit the shape of pain and anger and hate

So here I tell you now
There was once love in the wrong girl's heart
It doesn't exist anymore...