i haven't regretted a word i said to you in that last month
not even how i'm happy you're leaving
or that i won't miss you
or that it's by far the best birthday gift you ever gave me
you and i both knew we meant every word

now that you're gone
you can say you miss me as much as you want
i'll only say it back to seem polite
but, i see through your legerdemain
you're not that smart

i don't care if you're homesick,

i'm sick of you.
i'm sick of your constant screaming
i'm sick of your face.
i'm sick of your whining
i'm sick of you being so self-centered
i'm sick of you making me hate myself even more
i'm sick of you belittling my every move

'what's that on your arm?'

so don't bother playing the sisterly love game
i'm not going to be player two.

it's a good thing you loved that sims game i couldn't play so much
it was a one player game.