This is not a love story.
I took him and used him.
I had won a trophy, I was in glory.
His future with me was dim.
This is not a love story.

He is like a fly,
always following me.
I tried stabbing his eye,
But somehow he can still see.
He is like a fly.

He has finally disappeared.
I can finally breathe.
The coast has cleared.
You are now beneath.
He has finally disappeared.