You’re jealous you whore, don’t try to deny it,
And I don’t care anymore, it’s pointless to try it.
I’m happy now, I have a new girl,
While you can just watch it unfurl.
You only saw her at the dance, made an opinion at a glance, and now you assume, that after that night, I got lucky, right?
Your little digs don’t mean shit,
Why do you have to be such a bitch?
I see you every day, and before her,
I couldn’t get a “Hey” or a little bit more.
Of course she’s not you, that’s something I knew,
And maybe I like it that way, that she’s not the same.
She’s not scarred, she sings like a bard,
To her I’m no fool, and I’m not just her tool.
But those things I love about you?
She doesn’t have those too.
She doesn’t do art, which you have in your heart,
She doesn’t prefer elves, which you want for yourself.
That cold in your heart, you told me was part
Of your brand of love, that I had a piece of.
But in the end, you lied to me boo,
But truth be told, I lied to you too.
To be honest, she’s not even true,
And given the chance, I’d come back to you.