You stepped over me
on your way out...
left me lying
in a puddle of tears,
hoping I would drown,
hoping the next one
will be more beautiful,
younger...
make the blood course
through your veins...
make you feel young again,
tell you what you want,
be who you need.
To hell with my needs,
her needs,
anybody's needs...needs...
Its all about you,
until you're the one left
on the floor.
I hope she steps on you
with her stilettos
and grinds her heel into
your selfish heart.
But make no mistake.
When you head my way again,
that puddle of tears will be dry.
You think you'll be happy
because I didn't drown.
Have I got a surprise for you.
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