every now and then, I still feel a little angry
I want you to knowThat 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.
posted by Just Call Me Fabulous @ 10:18 AM
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