Like the words from my mouth
flying forth, hitting you so hard
my tears fall on the page
regretting, regretting
how could i say those
hate-filled phrases,
how could i convince myself
that i really believed them?
maybe it was easer
maybe it was the only way
dealing with my hurt
by making you hurt
but i think that's past now
it doesn't sting (so much) when you
look at me with those piercing eyes
then kiss the new girl in your life