From the start you knew what you were doing,
I was the only one you were fooling.

All that time you were trying to get into my pants,
I should have realised why your heart was covered in ants.

DEAD.

“Breaking my heart wasn’t part of your plan,” but then why still not give a ****,
About the way it would make me feel, to have to deal with the suitcases of memories that I wish would just liberate me from the hold you put on me.

Because trust me when I say it wasn’t all unicorns and rainbows, it was a lot of wood-shop and unfaithfuls.

But I chose you.