My heart is shattered on the couch.
A mention of you and I.
Now I can't even figure why,
Why in bloody fucking hell to I care about you?
I can't even handle a joke about you.
A single joke.
It rubs salt on my heart thats' broke.
You played me.
That I can clearly see.
Now, that was three months ago.
Why can't I just let go!?!
I don't want my life being screwed with!
Not by you,
Or my family,
Or anyone ever again!
STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH MY HEAD!
I regret crushing on you.
I regret meeting you at the pool.
I regret EVERYTHING.
Obviously 'sweet dreams' means shit to you.
Nothin but poo.
You nearly made me cry tonight by the mention of your name or a refrence to you.
Why do I care?