I can’t believe it.
Have I just dolled myself up,
Simply for your viewing pleasure?
Hoping to sneak you a seductive wink while no one watches?

Oh Lord.
Forgive me.
Oh Lord,
Punish me!
What has inspired me to do such things?
What satanic force has pushed me to please him?
With a simply swipe of the mascara wand,
The attention paid to the selection of my clothes,
Why do I do this?

Such freedom lived in not caring.
Such release stewed in no worries.
Sarcastic words flew from my mouth,
Stinging you.
And my soul lifted,
I confess,
It did.

I whipped you with my venomous speech,
Viciously prodded you farther and farther,
To the brink,
Teetering on the edge.
I provoked you like a hornet,
Poking my stick into your nest,
Stirring up your resentment.
Bet you’re sorry you dumped me now,
Aren’t you!?
You’d better be God damn it!
You had better be,
‘Cause all this torment I give you…
Doesn’t equal half of what you forced on me!
It doesn’t begin to echo the emotion crumpling I felt!

You shattered me,
And now you’ll pay.
I’m a friggin’ bull in the china shop of your heart.

 
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