You'd bring it up and remind me,
I'm the only liar here, you'd say.
Yet you're too ashamed to admit,
You Lied and Used me every day.

You needed the money and help,
And I tried not to hold it against you,
But you manipulated me with your lies,
Swore to me "I want to try again, I do"

Always made sure you got what you wanted,
Not caring if it meant I'd go without,
Gifts, Tattoos, Food, Alcohol, Anything at all,
You didn't care if to you I was Devout.

You got what you wanted, and you left.
Yet you still had the stones to blame me.
You got so mad when you were called out on it.
So mad when you were laid out for them to see.

They called you a *****, as ****, a liar.
You were offended people we knew said that.
A few guys said "She's done this all before"
"She'll never grow up and stop being a brat"

Oh, she'll mope about losing her kids.
Or claim how poorly he treated her.
She'll always blame him as the bad guy,
Even after the memories start to blur.

Yet he's an idiot, ignoring their advice.
"Take her to court, sue her, get it all back"
Maybe he should stop caring and do that,
Even though she begged him for slack.

He would have done anything for this woman,
But she used him only for a means to an end.
And even though missing her, more than he should,
He knows she'll never really be his friend.

She's too self centered and greedy,
in the end, she only cares about her.
And how life's just so 'unfair and mean',
and how she misses how things once were.

Maybe it's time to give her a reason to hate,
the person she used and disposed of.
Make her as miserable as she has made you,
Make her regret using your love.

But what is the point, since as much as you know,
You still worry about her, you still care.
Where's the joy in taking your just revenge?
When it leaves you feeling black, empty, and bare?