You shake me from my dreams and days contentment
with a seemingly innocent call.
Hearing your voice still comforts me until you "break"
the news and break my heart, and break it all.
I tell myself to feel no pain that she won't make you happy like I did, that worthless waste of breathe.
She took your heart from me, from ME, and broke us down
wounding me so badly that I tasted death.
She'd flirt and tease and cry as if she really cared,
but soon enough you'll know.
If you follow her and still adore her, she'll never quit
and like a lamb to the slaughter you'll go.
I want to hate her, but it's so much worse than that even though I know I should just go on with life.
How can one so insignificant and trashy destroy so many people with her lies and hurt and strife.
I hate her for hurting my friends, I hate her for hurting me, I hate her for taking my love away, but I hate YOU the most for letting her hurt you.