Some days I feel the need to call,
To hear the sound of your voice,
Just so I can rub it in that I’m okay,
And I don’t miss anything about you.
Instead I bash my head into a wall,
For ever making you my first choice,
Since you never really cared anyway,
And I’m happier now to tell the truth.
I am a spiteful asshole, or so I’m told,
With a ton of vengeance building up.
Now it feels like I owe it to myself,
To crash the party that you call a life.
My anguish you will receive tenfold,
You’ll die alone as a cheap easy fuck,
And you’ll be subjected to the hell,
That I endured with you every night.
Nightmares in red are all you will see,
Karma has finally caught you this time,
One day soon you’ll have nowhere to go,
When nobody lusts after you anymore.
I hope that every step of your journey,
Is torn apart by emotional land mines,
So that when your head hits the pillow,
You have nothing left to wake up for.
I know you smile acting like you won,
Or think that you got the final word,
But one thing you have never noticed,
Is my dignity still remains unlike yours.
When staring down the end of the gun,
Or being fucked like a common whore,
Remember this time I kept my promise,
And made sure your life is much worse.