Friday, April 07, 2006

every now and then, I still feel a little angry

I want you to know
That I am happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both

Another version of me, is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theatre?

And every time you say her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, until you died
But you're still alive

It was a slap in the face
How quickly I was replaced
And are you thinking of me when you fuck her

And everytime I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it, well can you feel it?

I'm not bitter, I'm just better than you. And it's now overwhelmingly obvious that I was not the one losing my grip on reality. It was you.

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