I just don’t understand. You really hurt me.

as if you know
as if you know anything about being hurt

let’s contrast and compare
lift up your shirt
the wound isn’t there

those nights you slithered in and I gave you everything you wanted
those nights you slithered in and I didn’t want to

those nights you screamed about everything
and I gave and I gave and I gave in

those nights I kept crying and you wouldn’t stop
wouldn’t ask what was wrong
and you stormed out
over and over again

it’s okay
it’s alright
it’s over and done with
but I won’t put myself back there

I’m not spending my days wondering what it would be like to be with you
because I already did, I already know
welcome to hell
and you still wonder why I won’t come back

That haunting melody and I’m cold, all over.
I’m cold, all over again.

Gone are the days of comfort, when I thought something could (and would) last forever.
When I had security.
When I had the man I was going to marry in my room, in my bed, in my heart.

Sure, it happened again.
It’ll happen again.

I’ll fall, once more.

Say what you will and maybe we’ll take our time but eventually I’ll bare all.
You’ll see me, naked in the moonlight, the sunlight.
You’ll see everything and you’ll love it all, if only to fall in love with love itself.

One day, you won’t see it, anymore.
One day, you won’t see me, anymore.
One day, you’ll leave.
Toss my heart on the floor as you walk out.
You won’t even know how much you had.

I’ll be alone and this house will grow bigger and bigger.
I’ll try to replace you, if only for the night.
I’ll find another boy who only wants my body, who will tell me everything I need hear.
In the morning, he’ll be gone and I’ll still be empty.
Oh, but how he can fill me.
He filled me so much.
He won’t fill me again.

In the dark, I tell me secrets.
In the dark, he’ll listen.
In the dark, he’ll feel my heart, my everything.

He won’t understand, though.
He won’t understand like you do, like you did.

I’ll use and use and use until I’m beyond useless and I’ll be drunk and naked and singing loudly to all your favorite songs, all the ones we used to sing, all the ones you used to say reminded you of me.

It’s really unnecessary to call every girl you dislike a whore.