I just can't do this anymore.
I'm crying here, broken and alone on the floor.
I knew this was a posssility,
They even told me it would happen, told me to run.
But I didn't and you left me broken after you had your fun.
I guess I was just hoping you'd prove them wrong.
But instead you just dragged my heart along,
Now that I get it back,
I'd alomst rather that you kept it...
Because with you is where it wants to be,
But we both know that's not what's best for me.
Hey, no worries,
I'll fix it right back up into working condition
and I'll make sure the next boy gets my permission to take it.
Maybe then, he won't break it.
But for now, I'll just pick myself up off the floor,
I throw a look of hatred at the door.
I let the pieces of me fall onto my bed,
And it hits me.
You're a dickhead.