When I think of you it makes me sick... Think of me... How do you feel?
It maked me feel special... I even smiled a little... But now I see and I know exactly what I was to you and I was anything but special. I was a toy. A notch in the belt. It wasn't from you being "that good" like you told all your friends. You had to lie and then... You know I don't need to say anything... I know what happened, no need for anyone else to think what I think every day, to hear and see what I do at night... when I close my eyes... I just hope that you think about what you did and I hope you hate yourself for it... I hope when you "see me around" like you said you would after that night, you feel like shit... Because I know I do. But what you did will make me a better person. It has already, so when I make something better for myself I hope you look at me a realize that you didn't break me completely...
I got emo... But man fuck, that song just hit me hard...