So many things left unsaid
These horrible words race through my head.
I hate her
She is my replacement.
She barely knows you,
Yet she controls you
I bet you are the one to rush this
(my replacement)
I’m sick of this s*it I know I’m being the bi*ch
Look at her obsession,
Her smiles,
Your depression

After the phone calls
The IMs and the chats
After all of it
I amount to sh*t
You have her,
(my replacement)

Look at the way she parades you around
You are her Romeo
And she is your twisted Juliet
You’ve made your decision
Forced your biased opinion
I just have to accept the fact
That she is my replacement

Being tossed aside sucks
But she loves you
And you at least “like” her.
You are her fu*king idol,
And she is my replacement.
Face it, your false “I care”’s are wearing thin

After the phone calls
The IMs and the chats
After all of it
I amount to sh*t
You have her,
(my replacement)
At least you are happy.
 
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