I think you know who you are,
Youíre the one who taunted me
The one who told me I wasnít good enough.
I wasnít perfect.
You told me to put down the fork
and pick up the knife.
I have to let you go.
I canít be with you anymore.
I canít spend my days thinking about.
I canít spend my money on you.
I refuse to acknowledge you.
I have moved on.
I think we both knew this was coming.
I mean, he makes me feel so happy,
and beautiful too.
I donít need you anymore.
You created a void,
That I thought no one could fill
And he came along and nowÖ
I feel right with myself.
Even if this doesn't last,
he will have left something in me:
But I have one last request:
Donít do this to anyone else
I donít want another person to suffer
Like I had to
I donít want to hear about another person
Hiding in fear and shame
Please donít do it.
My pen is the barrel of a gun. Remind me which side you should be on.