You will not see me cry,
I know,
You miss me,
you wanted me,
but that's a little too bad,
now you're sad
and I'm glad
that I lost what I never had.
This is a feeling
that's not repealing.
I will stand tall
and touch the ceiling
like it's not big deal
like I take it
for thrill;
Maybe you're the reason why I
took the pills.
Well now you're just-
missing out,
'cause yes I'm beautiful,
and skilled,
and smart,
but you, my friend,
are not so clever,
you placed a hand on my heart,
and just watched me fall apart.
Well no more agony!
And no more pain!
I will not be coated once again
with blood stains,
but I will laugh at your glance
when you see me,
and I hope hell comes upon you
when you see me happy!
I deserve my respect,
not your false promises,
and you won't get a word from me,
I'm not the one that caused this.
I hope you still smile though,
and I wish you best of luck.
Although my only sympathy is,
"What the actual fu**."
