• Why must my blood be the penance for your sins.
    Why must it be my wrists that are torn apart for our love.
    And for what,
    But nothing, when it means nothing in your eyes.
    I watch you with her...
    Listen to you every time you tell me you don't love her,
    You love me...
    Lies, every word you speak.
    Twisted, demented fantasies.
    And hopes that maybe I'll believe.
    Like I once did when we were younger,
    And I was stupid.
    It is as though...
    You have shoved needles into my heart
    In every possible place
    Not one knife, but a million little needles.
    Yes, it hurts...
    To watch you love her...
    And see her love you,
    My last thought though...at least your happy now.

    ...Like you never were before...